Do you hate the face you see?
Or think back over the times,
You saw a different face,
When these eyes held terrible lies,

Do you resent the times you said,
The things that slipped from your tongue?
Or do you think of those words with intrigue,
And wonder if you had always known but refused to believe?

Do you think back to the times in your head?
The times you wished you could unravel,
Spill your desires upon the sheets
As your mind climbed into 'my' bed,

Do you see my face with anger?
Or with pity? Or disgust?
Do you see my face at all?
Or is it buried deep 'neath the past?