How can you be so fine,
When you know someone is dying,
Not actually dying but the feeling inside,
They changed because you left their side,
You cheer them up,
Make them smile,
You almost like their world,
They looked on you,
As you look into their eyes,
Now they depressed and living in the dark,
How can you smile in their face and ask if things are oh okay?
Without wanted to kiss their face,
And say things are okay,
Don't you wish you didn't make that one small miskate.