How do you really feel?
I can read your eyes
and tell when you lie
What am I supposed to do?
How can I change who and what I am?
I shouldn’t have come with you
I should’ve spared myself the pain
but here I am
and what does that say about me?
What are we to do?
Lost in this storm,
how am I to find the way home?
And why,
despite you getting us stuck out here, adrift,
am I expected to find the answers?
And why is it that the moment I look into your eyes
I lose all control?
Sometimes I can’t help but think
that maybe, just maybe,
you set us out here
stranded alone
for some twisted purpose
that only you could understand
As I look to the sky
to plot our way back by the stars
I can’t help but notice how they shine
as if you were looking down on me from the heavens
and lose it all again…
Originally written in 2003
