I smile at you…

you think I hate you.

I just want to fall asleep

on your shoulder.

Let my dreams

lift me up…

if you won't.

I'll cry until

my broken wings

no longer bleed.

And I can breathe again.

And maybe I'll fly again.

Somehow,

you think that I mock you

that I look down upon you.

But I'm just so afraid

to place you high

on some pedestal

where I can't reach you

anymore.

I don't want to hurt you,

don't want you upset.

I'd hide my tears if I thought

that they'd bring you down

along with me.

You don't deserve that.

And maybe you won't believe me.

The way

I never can believe you.

But I hope that you know

in your heart…

that I wouldn't lie to you.