A question for you.
You, the guy who gives me the feeling
that there are things in life
which are worth living.
Would you still love me,
if you would know the real me?
A different person
than the girl you used to smile at...
I'm affraid that you won't,
so I keep on my mask.
My mask that protects you
from knowing the real me.
I don't want you to see my scarves,
I don't want you to know my pain.
I just don't want to hurt you.
I'm afraid of losing you,
and afraid of losing you're love.
That's why I don't show the real me...
I just love you to much.