Your eyes look at me again,
I feel myself turn mannequin.
I know the fate that awaits
as you tempt the three fates.
You words are masterfully designed
in a trap, and I am so inclined
to see there is no escaping you
no matter what I try, I’m one for two.
Forced to watch my heart decay
in the glass box you have on display.
That taste of forgiveness is poison on my lips.
From your rancid mouth I take the liar’s kiss.
Why do you keep coming back to me
if you never do plan to stay, simply?
I can’t always pretend to be all you need
for just like you, I know that I can bleed.
Your eyes again they look at me
but it was never me that you did see.