You asked me why and I had no reply.
I can’t explain what is flowing inside.
Invisible by not only outside.
But from the imply and deny in your insecure goodbye.
What I spy with this one eye is a cry.
Not of pain and disgust or even a lie.
But from my well that seems to run dry.
I do feel a little humble and shy
Does every question start and end with why.
Or am I turning into a blinded eye.
That can’t see maybe you are just here for me.
Sometimes I just feel the need to disagree.
I plea not guilty in the court of lies.
And that is something I might deny.
I ask myself do I, do I?
And still no reply.
Only this petty goodbye.
Now I’m moving on to a new guy.
And reaching up to the sky to left my heart off stand by.