Compose Yourself

Now why, when I enter the room Do you always compose yourself? Something I don't want to know? Should they appear perfect for every little show? And why, when you're down in the gloom Do I always compose myself? No tears to show, Here for you, a rock, body still as stone When that day comes, Afraid to shed light on one little shun, Should you sit down, and let it out Don't compose yourself for me, Look at the world in a mirror, Crazy So why, when I enter the room Do you always compose yourself? You want me to know Which I don't let it go Now why, when we enter our rooms Do we let the composure go? We find it easier to be ourselves alone LISTENER, Who are you?