Treacherous Doctor

Could I trust you with my thoughts?

Or would you use them all against me?

Can you replace my eyes for yours?

See what I really look like, I could help you criticize

Looking for a sense of relation, where do people want me to be?

I can't help but cry on vacation, dressed to unimpress easily

Losing sight again

I'll go ahead and give you your eyes back now

You grow up, gone

So what's the point of connecting to anyone?

Is a relationship bought or is it won?

Are the things I think are important simply just distractions from death?

All of my ideas turn to content, they can be conceived till they're read

Lost my words again

It doesn't matter, 'cause you wouldn't understand

Love in teens and life in your twenties, nothing much to look forward to

I can't help but cry on vacation, is this the way to exit my youth?

Hey, treacherous doctor, do you know what's the matter with me?

Hey, treacherous doctor, do you know what's the matter with me?