Shes Staring At Me Again,
Daring Me To Look Away
Begging Me To Scream At Her,
-Å—leave Me Alone,
As I’ve Done So Many Times Before.
But I Can’t.
Now I Need Her To Look,
To Serve As A Constant Reminder,
To See For Myself The Disapproving Slit Of Her Mouth,
And The Tears Welling Up In Her Eyes.
Tears She’ll Shed For Both Of Us
For The Woman She Wanted Me To Be,
And The Reflection She Never Was.