Why is it that when you say you love me,
Your eyes tell me you don't?
Every time you say all these things you would do,
But you won't
Things keep coming between us,
Sometimes ego, friends or the loan
Why after all this time I've known you,
I feel like I'm stuck in a different zone?
I can't help but loathe the way I feel,
A book on the dusty shelf,
I try so hard for someone to know the real me,
But do I even know myself?
If you care –I know we're strangers
But would you escape this town with me?
We could learn new things –compassion, tenderness,
Hunger for the ultimate, how to be carefree?
