Sometimes...

He drinks away his problems
His tear drops are filled with his past
He acts like he's ok inside
but I can see through his fake smile
I can see the pain that he holds deep inside.
And I wonder how he can live that way
Not letting people in,
never having much to say
He drinks away the pain
And I can see the hurtful memories
swim throughout his tired eyes
But he won't let me in.
Won't let me try and ease the pain
I'm not her.I could never hurt you the way she had.
But I could never change his mind.
Why do I even try?
I hurt myself by giving him all myself
when he doesn't do it in return.
But it's ok.I like it that way.
At least you're happy sometimes.