Let My Lack of a Voice Be Heard

Could it be that you're finally starting to rub off on me? Is it you who's turned me into this fake smiling face; this girl out of place... [what a waste.] Your eyes are so much kinder when viewed from a distance- the closer you get, the more I regret my lack of resistance. And moving on seemed like such a great plan- but plans change when famliar words are exchanged and I find myself behind closed doors doing things we all know I've done before; like... losing the ability to say 'no.'