What do you see when you look at me?
Am I your girl? Your woman? Your queen?
I look to make connections deep within your eyes,
Look deeper into you, so I can read your mind.
Why don’t you tell me what you want?
You act like a blank page, with nothing to say,
with fakery’s smile to act in its place.
What do you want me to say?
Do I in actual fact need to explain?
What do I have to say to make it resonate within your brain,
the things I want and need you to do,
to drive me insane in the right kind of way.
We can sit here and drown in the depths
or we can dive in and live with no regrets.