INSATIABLE
It's just my paranoia talking
Eyes are the windows to the soul
I guess that's why some look so old
This pretty red pain
I hold so close to my heart
Is this the end
Or merely the start?
And what gives you the right to look at me that way?
Motions are words
In the worst kind of way
I hold your hand and pretend you hold mine
I looked you dead in the eye
And said I was fine
I'm sorry I lied