You don t notice it,
The way I look at you lately,
Knowing you are not okay,
Feeling extra crazy.
You can t notice it anyway,
Your brain won t let you do that,
It’s stuck on you,
And I can t argue with that.
I feel you slipping,
But I can’t get through.
I know you are hurting,
But I can’t help you.
I know shutting other people out,
Is just a way for you to cope,
And believe me, I am trying,
Trying really hard not to mope.
I worry about you,
but that’s not what you want to hear,
You don’t seem to need anyone,
Well, at least not anyone near.
I feel you slipping,
But I can t get through.
I know you are hurting,
But I can’t help you.
I feel you slipping,
But you don’t accept anything,
So all I can do is to sit and wait,
trying to avoid that sting.