Cry

Why are you afraid of me?
You only see what you want to see
I don't want to see you hurt
I hate the blood on the sleeve of your shirt
and you see me as someone to please
so you wear that smile and lie with ease
you know I can see through the act
you think I don't know it but you have cracked
so now you're falling, down to your knees
then you get up, you aim to please
you can't let people see you crying
to see you cut, to see you dying
I want to help if you'd let me try
cause I can't stand to see you cry