You shake your head,
and walk out.
There's something more,
let there be another reason,
I pray this to God,
every night.
You walk past me,
and talk to me in that fashion,
pretending what we may have.
You're a walking lie,
blinded by the truth,
judgement rings in your head.
Scared to believe,
scared by people's views.
You've forgotten,
you're own heart,
you're own soul.
