I just hope you know,
You can rely on me by now.
I love your smiles, your tears,
Your hopes, and your fears.

You don’t need to pretend,
For me, you don’t have to hide.
Everything you try to bury,
I still see deep inside.

Bags under your eyes—
And they’re wet again.
I can’t help but cry myself,
When I see you in this pain.

I wish I could help,
But I don’t know how.
Oh God, how do I help?
What can I do now?

- Luke and Iolite