Sometimes it hurts too much to care,
To trust all things on which they swear.
But melting wick still needs it's flare,
And kindled heart is best when bare.

I sit on a moon and smile all day long,
for my husband.
I wear tentacles on my head and dance around,
for my husband.
I have no speaking role and yet I am the star.
Georges grins from behind the lens.

She saw her rosey figure, looking back
through the reflective glass.
Five small fingers waving.
And no one else.

She walks through the crowd.
In her prettiest sundress.
And her hair freshly brushed.
For no one to see.

And when she cries.
Sitting on her bed in the crinkled sheets.
Who will see?

Every small tear that falls, whispers
"notice me"

The girl in the mirror wipes away her tear,
That's alright, dear
I'm still here.

Oh, I'm keen of heart,
not sound of mind.
I'm a ticking clock,
running out of time.

To trust my gut or trust his possible lies,
where does too much work,
cross the line?

Shouldn't I be happy,
Should it feel so wrong,
when alone I stumble,
and together I'm blind.

Longing to be happy,
to ignore all signs,
wanting his love so badly,
leaving doubts behind.

Paranoia takes over,
washed in dreary thoughts,
Anxious kneeding of my stomach,
and my love the greatest cost.