I see you inside,
No matter what you say,
I see what you try to hide.
The fa├žade will not hold,
One day people will realize,
And you will be you again.
So why the secrets?
Why the sweet, false smile?
You have misled people before,
With that smile of yours,
But I see beneath your skin.
Perhaps you seem out of your body,
Because your shirt still hangs from my bedpost,
As though it was your skin,
For you are only you,
When you are with me.
And, sweet tragedy,
The stage is lit,
For you to change your ways.
Come in front of everyone,
So that they may see you as I do,
And know that loving man hidden inside.