Don’t look at me as if you care
It plays with me, my psyche at stake
So speak to me as if with care
That should I speak or should I bow
Love is well lost in the ash of pain
I can smell the awkwardness as it plays
So speak to me as if with care
I can speak to you but with bowing eyes
So I can speak to you, with no words to say
I can love you back, with no guarantees for the last
You will smell the awkwardness as it plays
Hurting the eyes as they bow
Don’t look at me as it may not last
It plays with my psyche when you speak with care
So speak to me with no guarantees
You will love the awkwardness as we bow
So should I speak or should I bow
I don’t love the awkwardness, but that’s my tool
Should I speak or should I bow
I don’t love the awkwardness, but that’s my tool
2 comments:
Who is this for?
LOL...just in general...no specific person in mind...
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