No one knows it's vacant,
The grin that I wear.
The genuine one is abandoned before
Since I left you there...
No one realizes I'm crying.
They won't actually see my tears.
At the point when they think I'm giggling,
I wish you were here...
No one knows it's agonizing.
They believe that I am solid.
They say it won't kill me,
Yet, I keep thinking about whether they are off-base...
No one realizes I miss you.
They think I'm good to go free,
In any case, I feel like I am bound with chains,
Caught in the secret...
No one realizes I want you.
They figure I can do it all alone,
However, they don't realize I'm crying
At the point when I'm in isolation...
No one knows this little Rose —
It could an explorer be
Did I not take it from the ways
What's more, lift it up to you.
Just a Honey bee will miss it —
Just a Butterfly,
Rushing from far venture —
On its bosom to lie —
Just a Bird will ponder —
Just a Breeze will moan —
Ok Minimal Rose — how simple
For, for example, you to kick the bucket
