I am an adolescent
With estranged eyes
A wayward heart
And much to be expected
A will of stone
I will never let you know
What goes on in the dismembered heart of mine
But I'll never stop hoping that you know
Did I forget to inform you
Of how much that smile means to me
Did you not know
That I come in this store everyday knowing
That you will be the only person today
Who simply asks me
How I am doing
And it means to world to me
It's the glance
The smile
The kind words with all the sincerity in the world
Sitting behind those eyes
My world is small
My life is short
And it's the small things
That will make it work
Trust me
These estranged eyes are not hiding
They're begging
To be set free
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