There's some scars
Which normal people can't see.
Only a few right people have the ability to notice
The words buried in my heart, set free.
They can't be heard by those who pretend to care for me.
My real love for you will be seen
When you see me sitting comfortably with you, at ease.
When you hear me saying, "I don't care,"
Then know that my words aren't true as you hear.
Because I have a heart that can catch anything and be sensitive about it.
My thoughts aren't clear enough, even when I say, "It's okay, stop it."
The way my heart aches with a few heart-wrenching words,
It suddenly brings teary drops to my eyes,
Which I can't control but deeply dislike.
I don't want to be like this-
Be so weak,
And then feel like "shit."
Not able to say the words back with some courage,
Just cry, unable to say
Anything else.
But happy with one thing:
Even if my heart is pure,
It can still help another heart cure.
