Is There Something He's Not Telling Me
Is there something he’s not telling me?
His eyes pierce through me
Like a sharp arrow does to the poor springbok
Coming from a hunter’s hand of rage
Behind me I can feel his pierce hurting me
A shivering strike of prickles move down my spine
As I pour a glass of wine upon his request
His request was different...
I turn around and he smiles
Is there something he’s not telling me?
His look, his glance, no, his look cuts
Like a pair of scissor on a stubborn paper
I look into his eyes
He turns and looks away
I look away and he looks into my eyes
I come, he goes
I go and he comes
The man who once loved me, hates me so much?
Is there something he’s not telling me?
When I call he’s busy
But when they call, he’s available
His presence is cold
It makes me feel old
My story couldn’t have been told
Such secrets do not unfold
Otherwise I won’t be as bold
But he’s slowly dying on me
I know that this
I’m not telling him
But he too isn’t telling me
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