It's like pulling teeth,
every time we make eye contact,
it hurts to even glare.

I've been ripping out my eyelashes,
hoping maybe someday,
you might not stare.

It's a desperate case of misinterpretation,
and one of us is going to lose our mind.
It's a hopeless battle as we both unravel,
both of us so fragile as we unwind.

I hear your name sometimes,
and a fire ignites behind my eyes,
fueled by misguided lies.