Do you see the desperation in my eyes?
Is that why you’re waving good-bye
When I’ve hardly had time to say hello?
Do you hear the longing in my words?
Is that why you seem so deterred
When I’ve barely had time to speak?
What is it you see?
What is it you hear?
Won’t you please tell me?
Be sincere, no, severe!
I’ll change, and I’ll hide
That which pushes away;
I’ll keep it inside,
And no longer betray
My desire, the lust
For a soul understanding;
For a deep, certain trust,
For that love undemanding.
But it’s still just pretend,
For my longing, that ache,
Breaks through and offends,
Reveals my composure as fake.
And then they see the desperation in my eyes,
And they wave good-bye without waiting to know
Or hear the wistful words that die
On the lips of an admiring freak.