.....dont look at me that way as if you love me.
its fake, your fake and so's the way you look at me God stop it.
dont stare into my eyes when you appologise, the warmness of sincerity wont warm over how cold i pretend to be.
and it pisses me off because it still confuses me.
i dont like it when youre mad at me and you know i need the attenion.
but ill never admitt it.
i dont like it when you pretend im not here.
i hate it when you wont look at me.
i know yoiu still care. do you still care?
you cant just stop caring.
you cant because thats not fair and niether is the way i treat you sometimes but im so contradictary.
you just cant ok?
all for the sake of biding time and bridging gaps between a stirring mysery with how happy you could make me.
i cant hug you because you may think it means something more but im less than hesitant to press my lips to yours.
a tease.
a taste.
a tickle to keep you interested.
what if you werent interested?
its all so undefined and interesting.
you love me and and you wouldnt just stop.
i know you wouldnt.
you couldnt.
im so confused.
would you?
you wont abandon me right?
i know im not all there all the time but....

~recorded from a copied state of conciousness
~recorded from what she may be thinking
~produced by Andrew