He’s not eating and she’s not speaking.
He’s breaking down and she’s faking happy.
Both lost in a fantasy,
Waiting for the other to make a move.
Wondering what bothering her,
But she’s not telling me.
Wondering why he’s this way,
But he’s just making things up.
They’ve never met once,
But they would love to see each other’s face.
She’s hiding from everything including herself.
He’s fading because he can’t get himself to love her.
Their moods are changing,
Their heads are spinning.
She’s changing her appearance to seem ‘pretty.’
He’s distancing himself to harden his shell.
She’s pacing back and forth trying to figure something out.
He’s waiting in the dark for something to change.
I’m holding back to rid myself of these thoughts.
She’s not talking to me,
And he’s ignoring me.
What’s there left to do, but keep trying?
Nothing, keep trying.
She’s lingering in the hallway,
Peering passed all the losers,
Right to a boy that’s burning a hole in her thoughts.
He’s looking into the mirror,
Wondering why he isn’t good enough,
Thinking he should lose a few to be liked by her.
I’m sitting here wondering why I’m not being told,
Why she’s hurting and why he’s suffering.
Can’t look back now,
There’s something about these people that draws me close.
I want to know their problems just so I can help out,
But she backs away and says she’s gotta go,
And he falls instep with the imaginary friends he’s picked up now-a-days.
All I can do now is sit here and wait,
For one of them to crack,
And just tell me what’s bothering them.
Since I’ve lost most contact I had with them,
When they could be considered my best friends,
We would talk about anything.
God, I miss that.
But so far,
All I could manage to get out of them,
Was a one or two syllable answer,
With an optional shrug.
