I look at my hands

the both ways

Its a sign 

I look for more

I close the door

I want more than the blue sky

believe

I will not keep saying sorry

if you believed

When you cry

I stop asking

What you want

My heart sometimes

Can say they don't believed

I'm not just a friend

I'm learning what is love

why to keep inside

Sometimes I don't believe

the ends is near when you open the door

Just read my hand and smile to

we don't talk any more

Just dis cut 

so I'm rude

Who believes

me or you

Look at your hands

and stop crying your not my baby any more

Believed

keep reading my next book

Talks about you

and your green eyes to