mumbles
Mumbles all in all seem lonely.
Afraid to speak to someone slowly.
But imagine I knew what you think,
Even when what we think isn’t really synced.
I prove to myself that people aren’t accepting.
With looks and glares, and judgement in stares.
A lack of response sets off my flares.
Prove to me that you are really listening.
I know you’re not here for me.
I know you’re not here for me.
And every now and then I shake this feeling from my head.
It’s coming back again, and I begin to lose another friend.
It comes again...
