You should sense. The bitter part of my resentment. On the fence. You never really play it out. So pretend. You wanna do it 'cause we're special. Broken words. You know you wanna let it ride. . Did you notice my last statement?. You're pulling back. So have you found. Another friend to fill your needs and play around?. . Behind your eyes. There lies a feeling you restrain. But in a while. I know you're changing back again. I won't pretend. You never made a bit of sense. But in my head. I see your face just now and then. . "Our feelings are different. It's not your fault. But I've got you on my hook"