why I am so quiet you ask me,
cause I talk to much,
when I talk,
why I look so sad you ask me,
cause I am getting to happy,
when I let it be,
why do I struggle with myself,
you could ask me,
if you knew me,
cause I do not want to, with you,
cause I love you,
I would say,
and you would not understand,
and you'll get afraid
and here we are again,
at the beginning
but now with open cards,
no girl, honest talk is a luxury,
I can't give it to you now,
I am will, but not "rich"
cause I care,
for me...