How would you ever know the feeling of a broken heart?
When in fact, yours is a little too smart.
Too smart that you don’t recognize the little half smiles,
the little pain you bring every time you come near,
and I don’t really know how to get away from this fear.
This feeling that scarred me deeply,
to forget is just too slippery.
When will you ever see the truth behind all lies.
Tell me..
the lass with the coffee mug 