The playing eyes

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