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he's covered in all his cover-up lies and pretends,
but I see who he is, because he showed me the real boy underneath.
and he's beautiful.
he's so beautiful,
and he's mine.
he won't let anyone in, keeps them on a distance,
that makes the lie seem true, so they adore him for what they see.
but he's alone.
he's so alone,
and it's his fault.
even I got only a glimpse on a dark night, when the dark was supposed to cover,
cover up for the tears he need to shed to bear the unbearable.
I wonder,
if I should hold you?
hold you to shelter you.
shelter you from looks, so that you can cry out, without shattering what you build,to maintain your image, if it means so much to you. but I turn away. even though,
even though we're one,
one whole, but I'm afraid,
that you'd hide even from me,
if you knew that I know who you are. but you're beautiful, when you're you.
all I can do, is to stay with this boy, stay and cover up for his cover-up when he covers his face, the red eyes filled with tears, before he once again finds his pokerface.
so ill cry for you.
cry for your hidden you.
and laugh with the one you wanna be.
but I love the you you are, the most.
not the one you wanna be.