You don’t seem to understand
Is the answer to your question not revealed in my gaze?
We’re past needing words to convey ideas
Just read me, don’t touch my cheek
Don’t ask, I won’t give you an answer
I don’t think I have it in me to do so
Your fingers are cold, but I love the feeling too much
I don’t complain about it, but
I won’t give you an answer
Look into my eyes
Don’t hold my hands in yours
They’re so cold, but they feel so warm to me now
Don’t brush your nose against mine
Oh, break me, why don’t you?
