You're perfect, even ill like this;
Your smile, so innocent, perfect bliss.
You stand so tall, clutching my knee.
It's when I'm here I most fear me.

I know I never really smile
Until I've sat with you a while
And even then it's faint and weak:
You're something I'm too scared to seek.

I wonder if I shouldn't leave
Before you've been taught how to grieve.
I always think I'll hurt you soon
And leave an everlasting wound.

This is why I can't get near.
It's why I mustn't come round here.
I hope you'll never understand
Your uncle was an evil man.