Can you find my heart under there rose thorns,
each thorn is a mark of all those that have caused my pain,
stabbing my heart every beat,
i loose touch with how love feels,
on the outside,
i show you no pain,
I\'ve painted smile on my face,
watining for someone to to shed a rain with me,
and let my know its okay to cry on there shoulder,
so this paint will run down my face,
and reveal something i never let anyone see,
.................. the real me, and a real smile of happiness.
