With my best foot forward, I reel you in
You think I’m a catch, Tinder match, but it’s just a mask
The leading role is easy to play (for only 45 minutes)
You make sure to tell me that you want to see me again
I believe I’m playing it cool by gently touching your arm and responding “you will” It didn’t take you long to make it reality—so did that mean I won?
The truth is trapped inside me, like a light inside a prism.
I promise myself to leave the past behind; my bonds no longer trauma based
I already decided I wouldn’t let you see all of me… I couldn’t… I shouldn’t
So, inside my mind is where I held my stories captive. Haunting the space between us.
Bearing witness to the unbearable silence.
You wonder, “So, what that mouth do?”
Not communicate.
Catatonic state.
So, how do I move forward and organically relate?
The truth is trapped inside me, like a light inside a prism.
With a voice that is sheltered, and a being that is weathered
I return to my comfort zone of charming facades
They say old habits die hard
But as fate would have it, I gave up my body under the stars
Of your TV screen
A sigh of relief now that you’re finally plugged in, so does that make us connected?
The truth is trapped inside me, like a light inside a prism.