What she doesn't know can't hurt her.
But what she doesn't know kills me.
I lie awake thinking about her, barely breathing.
I lie awake, so fast my heart is beating.
What she doesn't know can't hurt her.
I sit beside her, knowing I will want to hold her hand.
I sit beside her, knowing I can't.
What she doesn't know can't hurt her.
I see her sitting in front of me,
Long brown hair, hazel eyes flecked with gold.
Those hazel eyes.
Hazel eyes flecked with gold, blue with a darker ring.
Those hazel eyes, perfect for mine.
But what she doesn't know can't hurt her.
I want her to know,
But she can't know.
I want her to know,
But I can't tell her.
I want her to know,
But she can't know.
Because what she doesn't know can't hurt her.
What she doesn't know can't hurt her.
So I will take the pain for her.
What she doesn't know can't hurt her.
But what she doesn't know kills me.
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