There is no way to know
If your praise is genuine
Your "genuine" praise
Is plastered everywhere

There is no way to know
If yours is real care
Your care is handed out
You say, to make things "fair"

Your smile is bright
But so is your darkness dark
So supportive
But so your silence is stark

You never volunteer about you
Your interest; gossip and foo
As if you're a young girl
Observing the monkey cage in a zoo

What's a poor boy to do?
Wanting to believe it's all true
You say, "think what you want to"
You don't care if we bid adieu

Still, I'll miss you
Because I know
There's an injured little girl inside
She didn't need to hide...