So it's true
I am not alone, that is to say in the real way
One were touch is so close
And feelings have feelings, like I
But not alone.
My forcing by blame, by a lose
For that was too good for a lasting one
I had to block and run
The eyes chase like a baded knife
If I stopped running it would be over
The knives would turn into gazes
Those turn to judgement
Then on words
Let's forget, let's move on
This will note me in the head
I don't care what the therapist said
I have nothing to say
Like sharing oxygen
I have everything to hide but it's right in front of you

© Staircase