We Face Each Other Smiling and Leave it All Unsaid

Don't you dare tell me there was never any chemistry!
Your breathing getting heavier, my heart on a beating bliss:
your stomach wasn't occupied by butterflies during our first kiss?
Tell me, how can you say I don't and could never understand?
Do you understand the torment you so carelessly allowed to exist?

Only syllables and letters spoken by a condemning mouth.
(Than why did it feel like deliberate agony invoked in thrusting pain?)
Couldn't you've been considerate enough to stop at my heart?
(Was it really so tempting that you just couldn't refrain?)

"Make this right by tonight or you'll no longer have a girlfriend"
"Ok. As long as it makes you happy" Take a look at Mr. Noble renewed.
Let me make sure I have this right, now you're Prince Charming?
Here, I'll take you through this: I can see you obviously need a review.

Heart distorting, pain triggering to the point of exhaustion:
that's what my soul recognizes to simply be the equivalent to you.
When you were with me, just what did happen to Mr. Caring?
Was I not worth the effort, so your role as him just faded out of view?

It is often more appealing to be destroyed and precarious,
than being deserted by the one who claims to love you.
Aware that I was suffering, you proceeded to deal with me the same.
Lock our eyes: say after that torment you wouldn't have gone askew.

Terminated for a while but you were still the same stone-hearted man.
Contradicting actions and signals you're so gracious to dedicate to me.
Avoid discussing the diverse negated feelings you mercilessly inflicted.
I guess I missed you making the anything but the truth decree.

Demise was near: feelings of tension and terror assumed the stage.
Yes, even stars break. It's adrenaline rushing to destroy instead.
Let's keep this game going: it's been gripping. Why stop now?
Here's our tactic: We face each other smiling and leave it all unsaid.

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