it must be a combination
of what you expect
and what i provide
that makes everyone take it so seriously
it could be retaliation
a solid precept
that makes us divide
and we all mistake that so mysteriously
it hurts to be found in the one place i know
all battered and bruised but still part of the show
it hurts to admit i was found in the dust
amidst all of the things that you said i would trust
it hurts to remind myself why
i became so insatiably shy
the depth that i saw in your eyes
the colour i saw in those skies
an unrequited lullaby
an unintended alibi
it hurts me to tell you but know that i must
forever conceal what lies under this crust
no matter how badly i want it to glow
no matter how well it can flirt from below
it might be the fascination
that makes me reflect
on how much we hide
and poison the fray inconspicuously
i shouldn't have acted so viciously
it's my cruel imagination
i dared to inspect
i'll keep it inside
and i'll practice until it speaks consciously
i shouldn't have acted so viciously
frustration is something that happens only to me
i shouldn't have acted so viciously
that scar is the half that i don't want to be
i shouldn't have acted so viciously
it's just a small notch above what you can see
i shouldn't have acted
another attempted analogy
i shouldn't
and i'm sorry
*i shh