You have faded into yourself.

You used to be the boy with your eyes too wide
and your hair swept ever so slightly to the side.
You really caught my eye.

If we ever landed in the same room
(by what I used to believe was luck),
you would not go unnoticed.
No, sir.
Not by this girl, not by your best friend
who could always find the words to make you smile,
but never the voice to make you feel.
Not by me.

See, I was born an observer, and you...

You strut when you walk.
You like your boots bruised.
You'd rather spit sunflower seeds
into a can than a bottle.
And you always manage to find the girls
who aren't sure they have a place.

You are a sight for tired eyes.
Every boy-crazy, bright-eyed girl
who crosses your path would agree,

But it didn't take long for me to realize...
that you were fading into yourself.

It didn't take long for me to see through
the glimmer in your glance and the temptation in your smile.
I started to see a different person
when I watched you for awhile.

When a smile
became a mask for words,
and words simply filled empty space.
When I was confident that no one saw a scrap of fear
behind my pale and practiced face.

You became the center of attention.
You became the center of a whole lot of tension...

Though my strengths were questioned by none,
my weaknesses were discovered by one.

Those moments when I felt alone
are the times it appeared to be
that the whole time I was observing you,
you were seeing me.