Too many layers on me, but i am a simple soul
When people hurt me, I burn like a coal.
I stay quiet in pain, i laugh loud when they ask
I don't want them to know, so i wear a mask.
But i wish for a person, who can listen to my eyes
Who can sit next to me under stars, and watch the skies
I wish for a smile, that i can wear the whole day
I am sick of being a rock, i want to be a clay.