You take off to have a good time,
But we can't even talk,
You tell me to be happy,
Yet you don't glance back as we walk.
Do I ever get a second glance?
Will we ever have a chance--
To let the emotions flow?
To let a relationship grow?
Or is it friends forever,
And a risk is taken never?
Can you see through my mirror?
Only visualizing the truth a bit clearer?
'Cause what I see is ugly,
And your smile fits quite smugly
With your hair flowing & all the charm,
Not permeating a sense of harm.
Yet the air I breathe has a stench,
And the foulness I cannot quite clench.
But your style keeps you free,
But in a crowd do you see me?
In all your thoughts,
Could we be?
