She didn't want it to stop
the way he made her
smile but I just thought it myself.
She's just a child,
he's not him any more and she's still growing,
he tried to tell her
she was okay that life brings
scars but me
I don't. Naturally
they already know;
so they cut her off from the branch
it's beautiful when she blooms.
She can't say what she knows.
Only her mind and her tears can keep the secrets,
I'd kill her if they knew the secrets.
He told me his so I told him mine.