Do you feel hurt,

then, why don’t you blurt,

Walking with those eyes down,

every day, round and round,

Why put up a face,

to show you are fancy and brave,

Things are not bright,

I know it, I am right,

Talk to me, without any fright,

maybe, you will feel a bit light,

Please don’t go to bed tonight,

with all the sourness that you hide,

I am here by your side,

Tell me, my love, “Are you alright?”.


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