Tell me i'm lying
When I say that i'm fine
A certain denial
You tend to assume
that's the state i'm in
A cover up
or a show
but little did you know
what was behind this mask
The feeling you felt
within yourself
when our hands entwine
so perfectly
The thoughts that ran
through your mind
A certain confusion
The deadly kind
Is it trickery? No
Denial? Maybe
Denial is fine
when you're denying me
as if there's enough time
to pick through my thick skin
or peek through the mask
since what's beneath
is such a task
to figure out
When the honesty is there
There's no emotional drought
Who's communicating now?
Denial? No
Am I holding back?
I'd tell you the truth
but you're too scared to ask