I never ever smile,
Like when I hear your voice.
When you hold me, nothing else matters.
Every time I see you smile,
There's a warmth in your eyes,
I can't ignore;
I can't let go.
I care so much about what you think;
I want show you how much I yearn for your joy,
But I'm so scared,
of ever letting you down,
or making you unhappy.
I only want to make you feel wanted,
and all I dream is that you want the same for me.
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