You sit with me leaning on my legs in my chair
You lay on my bed
And again you scratch my back and my head
I think about myself and sitting there
And you running your fingers through my hair
I listened to what you said, about how things are
And then I realized everything that happens was basically faked
You drove me around in my head to a place, so far
And still I sit here and think that I got raked
If things are the way you say
Why do you play with my mind this way?
You touch me you hold me
When you do this, what is it your mind sees?
Are you in need of something that only I can give?
Do you need to confuse me just to comfortably live?
Why is it that you say this one thing?
That part of our friendship dies, suffocated from the words which they hang
So please, all I ask, is be straight with me, be real. Tell me what you think, and don’t play with my mind, emotions, heart. And expect that I will give nothing less, because if I ask of you one thing and give you something else, my word would be worth nothing, and my word is all I have to give.
