How come you always smile
and pretend to be happy all the while
you hide yourself to everyone
but still you know they don't mind
i can tell you, you look sad
And feel helpless and mad
you don't want someone to help
not letting anyone to take a step
there could be someone who'll stand by you
and believe me, i can say that its true
there always be this someone who cared
and will hold your hand instead
there's me, and i swear
by the look on your face, i know I'll be there
that young sad face your hiding
is what i want to be happy, and I'm hoping
your problems and so do heartache will end
I promise, just take my hand.
