My body smells of sweat, disgust and carelessness.
You have brought me to the stage of questioning.
Questioning every little thing.
Maybe I'm just restless and need to stop worrying. But that wouldn't be any fun now would it?
Could I be over reacting? I think your going out of your way to be noticed.
My heart gets more sunken in with each move you make, I'll sit back.
I'm not going to control any one's mind, they way you proceed to. I can be myself, while you try on a different mask each day.
I thought we connected, but you seem to connect better.
The words I seek aren't returning to my thoughts.
Emotions weave their way throughout my veins. They have no way to escape.
You're effecting me. Why won't you stop?