Why the hell was I happy
When you stood in my space
While searching for
Somebody else’s face?
Why was my mind
On what could have been
Instead of what was-
What do you think you’ve seen?
You say you can read people,
Can see their emotions
Like they’re open books,
Full of deepest devotions-
…-so why
Can’t you
Read
me?
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 11:58 PM UTC
Why the hell was I happy
When you stood in my space
While searching for
Somebody else’s face?
Why was my mind
On what could have been
Instead of what was-
What do you think you’ve seen?
You say you can read people,
Can see their emotions
Like they’re open books,
Full of deepest devotions-
…-so why
Can’t you
Read
me?
