If I hold onto your fears,
Will you come by and seek,
The sorrowful truth beneath my tears.

Coming by.
Passing by.
Why they are always the same,
if really be, if you really are, why don't I came by and seek those tears.
By those awful truths beneath your smile, can it be. . . that you aren't really there.
So do I, so do you speak, theses awful lies in a conceivable truth, why do I, need to believe.
the lies that are passing by,
why can't I, why can't you
come the other way. . .
and never returned my smile.

-CAC.