When you look with prying eyes
And try to find the lies
Or try to make me rise
A little bit of me dies
The rest of me just sighs
Your questions are like flies
Always buzzing in my eyes
I don't think you realize
That around you there's a disguise
I pretend I only have highs
Everything rosy with pies
But I question you with whys
As if you want me to be a prize
My head cannot hold the size
Of you trying to be wise
I don't think you realize
How I don't like what you advise
Can you hear yourself chastise?
Or is this actually a surprise
On how I can improvise
These words I truly despise
Can you hear my hidden cries
This plea does not need a reprise
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