The Player (Part Three)

If you have any suggestion why I have a preoccupation

With wanting to see your human side, please advise

Otherwise I’d prefer to fly rather than wonder why

You keep reappearing in my life

I think that I would expire if I had to do this full-time

I’m tired but it makes me feel alive to conspire with who-

Ever cares to take the time to see life eye-to-eye

And it’s rare to find someone who wants to see behind

The facade of lies

I guess it could be true that I lost my kind

That I was hurt and trying to refind my mind

And maybe I was misinclined that you may have wanted to abide

With me for awhile

Everytime I try to cut the ties you drop me a line

What is this subliminal vine your mind seems to thrive by?

I tried to escape you but you keep me in a bind

Why do I get so blind-sided by your sly eye?

I finally realised you’re wasting my time

I guess I’m still trying to finally cut that fine line

Maybe if you want just give me sign

I would never presume to imply

But if our myelin are inclined to align

We’d need to strive to find that mutual mind’s-eye

…

I had to rebecome myself

Cos I gave it all to someone else

For free

Stupidly I thought that you could heal my injuries

Why did I give my dignity away so easily?

These days I prefer my own company

Feel free to call bullshit on this heart on my sleeve

It’s a new thing for me so please keep me at ease

I sense that this plea could appease the unease

And increase the peace of

Whatever it is that I aim to achieve

No big crime if it don’t rhyme perfectly