I wonder about the lies
The lies hiding within your eyes
Maybe somewhere there
You have something you'd wish to share
Or perhaps you wish to tear
Papers, writings, inked journals
All those that contain all your denials

Correct me if I'm wrong
But "Is there something wrong?"
I can't seem to shut it
The curiosity that you lit
So here I am, the stupid girl that I am
Asking you the question
I swear, I have good intentions

Yet I know... I know...
You're going to shut the door
I'm going to end up sniffling on the floor
So, I didn't continue
I no longer pursue
I don't want to be sorry
Just because I worry

So I'm going to stare at the moon
For you, I'll no longer swoon
I'll just ponder upon your secrets
Maybe I'll soon find your outlets
In a small memo, a spiral notebook, or maybe even on a piece of paper
I'll wait for the day I see you without a filter