I sit here and analyse your every move
Your every word, those of which never reflect your true meaning
Your true agenda
Your motive
Your character
In a world can't see you , but I can read you like a book
Why is that...
Why is it that you call me a fool
When your the one who tries so hard to hide your emotions, the feelings of anger,jealousy,disgusting of which you feel .
Why is it that , that you feel so smug thinking I'm playing your game when really your just loosing the match
I don't see your face
I see your mind
