I wonder, are you really glad?

Or are you lying? Are you sad?

Understanding people is hard to do.

Especially people like you.


You smile and seem happy all the time.

But when you're alone, you don't seem fine.

I worry a lot. You should know.

I would tell you but my words can't flow.


I worry that you're just lying.

Being my friend and smiling.

I'm worried I'm not good enough.

I'm worried about what we'll become.


And you know, I worry too much.

To what I see to what I touch.

If you need to talk, I'l be here.

So don't worry, I won't disappear.