Immune By: SheridanCraneFitzgerald@hotmail.com You claim to be immune To the worries of the world. Your song is a sweet nothing; Your smile is what unfurls. In the midst of this dark place You refuse to see the meaning. The source of all your pain Is why you keep believing. Your walls refuse to tumble; Your smile is often feigned. Your cheerful attitude is nothing -- It is you who must be blamed. I wonder when the barrier will break, And the tears will come pouring out. One day your pain will be too much And the walls will tumble down. You hide behind your smile, But I can see through that mask. Your nonchalant attitude Will surely never last. And when the day comes, And you start to care, The tears drowning you... It is I who will be there. BACK