It's not your loner personality that makes me sigh
But rather the smiles that dress your lips and not your eyes
I know what I see but know not always what to look for
So when you're not near but right beside me I get insecure
You know umbrellas help people stay dry
But they don't stop the rain
You know how certain clothes can make you feel unbeatable
But they must come off again
What is worse, being shut out in the cold,
or turn to ice while waiting to be let inside?
And what's the use in this tiptoeing around you
I'm not invited here to entertain you
nor to explain you to yourself.
It's not your running off on inner trips that worries me
But rather my wanting you to have me come along
I know what I want but know not always what to ask for
So when I'm afraid I might get hurt, I lie and hurt you more
Where is my mood controller?
It could turn tears into laughter
Where is my illusion folder?
It made me recall what I was after
You know umbrellas help people stay dry
But they don't stop the rain
You know how certain clothes can make you feel unbeatable
But they must come off again
What is worse, being shut out in the cold,
or turn to ice while waiting to be let inside?
And what's the use in this tiptoeing around you
I was not invited over here to entertain you
nor to explain you to yourself.
It's not your loneliness or self-contempt that makes me cry
But rather my knowing I can't make it go away,
no, it might only grow if I try.