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She's Like Headlights
Red My face burnt under that stare Shame How could she possibly guess? No one else No one else would ever guess No one else could ever tell me what not to do No one could ever affect me like that Burning I have sunshine always at my back It blurs my form and no one can see the truth But her eyes are shaded The glaring, staring light holds no sway for her I can’t hide in the sun anymore I’ve tried moonlight When she’s not around Lunar, no one sees me The joke is silent Quiet jester, silent clown I am changing like the sky I hid in the sun clouds and air The moon reveals me in gently cruel light She is insatiable She demands a proper answer Asks to see, asks to know “Why?” Over and over again it’s “Why? Where? How?” I don’t have an answer I’m caught in the headlights Once again, in class, unprepared Interrogation That’s what it is, by all rights Can I stop? Can she stop me with just a word? Is there a point? I had questions of my own, But then even she never remembers that I could always ask before, There was always a maybe before What can I say now? I can’t even move the words through my throat I could always ask her But I always question everything I question her questions to me
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