Don’t play with me, just be

Be yourself… No, I’m not crying...

Look at me and you will see,

That I’m so darndest trying…

I don’t cry, but I’m afraid:

I’m in love with you and hear

That all sounds around fade…

And the world around gets blear.

I can taste your lips, your skin

In my soul, my thoughts, my dreaming.

Please, just answer, what d’you think?

Can you stop my soul’s bleeding?..