When my back is turned, I wonder

Do you cry?

When my back is turned, I think

Do you smile?

Or maybe you don’t care,

And see me only as a cure for boredom

Or maybe you care too much

And feel lost and alone without me

It could be that you get mad

And want to scream at me

It could be you feel giddy

And glad I’m finally gone

I can never stop thinking about you

And what you think of me

I can never bring myself to ask though

And it absolutely ruins me

So tell me, please, I’m begging

Be honest, and answer me truthfully

When my back is turned, I wonder

Do you cry?

When my back is turned, I think

Do you smile?