The beautiful boy He laughs, but in his eyes he's crying. And when they look away, his smile fades. Is he in denial? He's told me In my dreams How much it hurts.
And I've held him, and told him
That it would be alright.
But he's never really told me.
He wears a mask,
For others to see
I can see behind it,
And he knows.
I wonder what he does, at home, by himself.
Does he wear the mask for his family?
Or does he cry, like he does in my dreams?
Maybe one day, it'll hit him.
That I care about him, not the mask.
Love is blind, and I don't care
What he's done.
I have absolute faith in him,
That he can change.
I would gladly give him my heart
He is unloved.
He is waiting to be happy,
Really happy, not fake happy.
I could make him happy.
I do make him happy, in my dreams.
The beautiful boy He laughs, but in his eyes he's crying.