its funny how some people claim
"i can read you like a book"
through my eyes my emotions can't hide..
sure you can read me
but is that what i feel?
who says im actually happy?
who says im actually upset?
i can make it seem so
...
but it doesnt mean it is so.
eyes of steel
hearts of glass
bodies of straw and hay.
take me apart
and put me back together
and suddenly ill turn to gray.
im not sensitive, im just a pessimist
because it seems everything close
loves, leaves, and lies
im sleepwaking, calling your name
with arms wide open
grasping something out of my reach
and my dreams lead me into a new domain
where i live alone and empty
inside and out...
look in my eyes
my damn blue eyes
and tell me how i really feel
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