I tell you that I'm fine,
but inside, my sanity has been left behind.
I want to tell you,
and right on cue,
you look into my eyes.
But do I have the strength to tell you the truth?
What do I do?
Take his hand , my heart begs.
But my mind says walk away instead.
I'm itching to let the truth set me free,
but I'm yearning to tell you to just let me be.
I want you to see the pain behind my eyes,
but would you take the time
to just love me?