every time you are hurt,
the whole of me just drops and sinks all the way down,
though most of the time, we both hide it kind of well anyway.
every time you laugh and smile,
this little bit of me feels a lot better, really,
unless it’s all just facades.
so behind those laughter and smiles,
if they contained bitter traces,
hope things sweet will wipe them away.
if i could, i would really wish you wouldn’t need to feel hurt or sad any more, sorta.
because behind every smile, i really wouldn’t know if you are really, really hurt, unless you actually tell,
of course, the only thing i can do, is guess,
and guessing is one of the worst ways of interpreting.
probably, probably i can’t help even if you pour everything out to me,
yet i will, and definitely will, listen.
i think i’ve fallen.
damn.