Don't stop telling me that I'm pretty,
that you have a great time with me.
That I'm funny and smart and I can achieve anything I want.
Don't stop telling me how beautifuly my laugh sound or how soft my hair is.
Tell me you also don't understand
the world and that we're on ourown.
Tell me we can fly.
Spread our hands,
jump on wind and fly.
Please, tell me that magic is possible.

Because if you do I won't believe it.
Don't stop whispering me kindly words,
even though I push you away.
Make me believe everything will be allright.
Just don't tell me you love me.
Because I couldn't love you back.