When we talk in the middle of work
Sometimes your face looks harsh
I am afraid you've turned
To cold stone that I can't touch...
Sometimes we pause and turn to play
You looked mild, fancy-free and gay
You smile, hold my hand, laugh all day
Contrasts you live, who would believe...
The face I see is what you show me
Time spent depends on what you allow
Who could ever come close to you
when life is a shell, a time capsule...
You have your toys, you're just a boy
Frigid and rigid are your house rules
You're a mindbender, inventing a loop
You ask me to come, you go as you wish...
Soon we will part, and pray, why not
You're just a self-centered egomaniac
lost in a complex world you have created
building loop after loop, undefeated...
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