You tell me that you're happy,
happier than ever.
By the smile in your voice,
I know you think you're clever.
You try so very hard
to convince us that its true,
much like the way
you try to cover up the bruise.
If I asked, would you tell me?
Would you open up your heart?
You're my friend, I want to know,
even the worst part.
Please don't feel you have to hide
or protect me from the truth.
I promise I can handle it
and still be there for you. |