Hey, speak up!
You think you’re saving me from all the worries by not telling me the real problem. So, you think, by keeping your thoughts from me, I wouldn’t know that there’s something bothering you. And by keeping your silence, you think I wouldn’t feel the pain you’re feeling. But you’re wrong. Awfully wrong. ‘Cause every time you have that pensive look on your face, I wonder if you still remember that I’m just beside you. And I just shiver at the thought that you still don’t trust me enough to tell me what’s wrong.