Leaves Still Green
Guarded
You wear it well, that expression on your face. The mood you choose makes... It matters not that you carry a frown of indifference. Maintain the way you began. I 've lost control of this; I must have only been deceiving myself by believing I ever had any. And you won't know The anguish I cling to, The resolve it takes to continue.
From Letras Mania