One, Two, Three

One, two, three, as i count to myself.
I see you there.
I wonder how i should act in front of you.
Maybe i would just quiet.

One, two, three.
I can read you there.
You certainly have the other side. The one that you've always embrace.
I still quiet.

One, two, three.
Oh, i hate your other side. He is dark as the shadow. Empty and shallow.
Meanwhile you are the bright, full of laugh, love much.
Is he alone?

One, two, three.
Its not like a mask. Its more like a helpless soul.
His steps are so careful, sneaking around you, behind your smile. It stays like that.
I finished counting.

I have enough.
Im gone.