You show me the other me
the me that I pretend isn't there
You remind me of what people see
and before I see you I don't care
I go about my day
while you are forgotten completely
but then you show up and make me pay
bringing me back into reality
As much as I hate you
I can not resist
I steal glances at you
and the sadness persists
I know the blame I give you is not just
I am me and you are nuetral in what I see
The pleasure, though, is a must
when that shattering sound rings out and you cease to be
