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I don't know how you manage,

To look me in the eyes,

From miles away.

But you do it.

And I love it.

And I'm sorry you can't see me,

Cause this childish grin upon my face,

Would make you smile.

And it would almost make me feel,

Like I deserve this.



I can't believe the words you say,

They just don't seem,

To belong to me.

But if you mean them.

I will keep them.

And I'm sorry you can't see me,

Cause this childish grin upon my face,

Would make you smile.

And it would almost make me feel,

Like I am worth this.



I don't know how long it will be,

'Till I can fall asleep,

Safe in your arms.

But if you wait there,

I will get there.

And I'm sorry you can't see me,

Cause this childish grin upon my face,

Would make you smile.

And it would almost make me feel,

Like I am loved.