A person who stands at the door,
calls you friend but he adores
He pretends to be happy,
but this time he's worried
He does nothing to stop you from slipping away
All he ever wanted is to be loved and be gay
He don't know how your mind runs,
so he acts very dumb
The fainting is just an illusion of his tricks,
when he likes someone who tends to pick
He may look strange and odd,
but his heart is like a rock
He build up walls of lies,
to keep enemies in ties
So if you don't want to know him more,
he's better gone with the worse
Because he is not a very good in courting,
does not mean he is not loving
He's just afraid to show his feelings,
because he hates to hear gossips
You may call him a coward; that's fine to him,
but if you say he's worthless: that's another thing
Once you talk to him in this moment of confusion,
he will give in and tell his you his illusions
May you listen and understand him,
because he is still wondering
If your angry or deceiving,
or nothing is happening
I tell you this; not to get you irritated,
or keep him away from your fences
He just need someone to talk to,
in times he's not on virtues
I hope you talk to him soon,
in a place where no one is allowed to hear
He's a private person,
and he'll be ready for questions
As long as he's comfortable answering,
he will be mentioning
He wants to put it into finality,
and get along with reality
For you're the one his thinking,
and his mind is collapsing
His so called friends betrayed him,
and he now wants to know if you're declining
For his spirit is burned out,
but his heart is still living
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