The unexpressed gets pushed down deeper, a splinter of silence wedged.

It becomes a sore inflamed to the bitter end.

I need to take time to stop the confusion... Warning!

I just stopped over to tell you

goodbye, I know now I can't rely on you.

Your lip service was well played, and somewhere in me I was thirsting.

I gaze in bewilderment, these feelings penetrating me.

I seek a release. It's scratching at, scratching at my sleep.

I need to take time to stop the confusion.

I need to lift the veil of illusion.

I'm not your object or your play thing.

You need to be labelled warning.

There was a coldness behind your eyes I missed.

Seems like an undercurrent of narcissus, I guess.

I'm amazed how you stay numb to it all,

and on the surface all remains calm, remains calm.

I need to take time to stop the confusion.

I need to take time from this emotional collision.

I'm not your object or your play thing.

You need to be labelled stop, stop, stop! Warning!