Your distracted expression and wondering eyes
Commence our fool's dance I've come to despise
Striving to impress and entertain
My captive audience held by chain
You reluctantly accept as nicety.
At my lowest, you say how much I'm loved
I'm your anchor, most beloved,
Yet overwhelming feelings of isolation
Spurn me onwards in this one-sided flirtation
You reluctantly accept as formality.
Dirtied the water now we're swimming in mud
You say its red as thick blood
Then from my veins it bled, and mine alone
Is how I saw it, though now I've grown
To reluctantly accept my silence was it's own falsity.
