DISILLUSIONMENT
No. 3

You're playing hard to get and it's driving me mad
Because with every night and every morning I have
I'm getting farther apart
From the light of my heart

And I hate to see
That you're smiling honestly
While I'm not here
Even though you promised me
That you won't change
I tell you what, you're too damn smart for your age

Know what to say
Like it was wired into you
You've got a way
Of staying sincerely fake-true
What does it mean?
I'm stuck between sixteen and what I have seen

But I'm not blind, I see how you avoid eye-contact
Don't you think, that with your words it's making high contrast
But I can not blame you
You're just a kid after all

H.M. 2022. 03. 21.