The Mystery

Little fresh face of you
Lies a grievous mystery
Where I discover that you
Are good in pretend of secrecy.

The way you smile
Makes me wonder why...
Why can't you just give it a sigh?
Why wouldn't you exclude us, why?

You've always set up upset too
When you were struggling in life
Who would have know inside of you
Rushing in you seems of like a bruised knife.

And now I hate to reveal the mystery
'Cause this is a dumb discovery
That you my dear friend kills us
Long time ago since you LIED to us...