I'll tell you I'm fine
But not meet your eyes
because all my responses
Are apparently lies
I stare at strangers
They all seem to know better
Than to stare back
release me
attack this stacked deck
Let me fall back to fighting you
I'll be that guy
on the other side
Of the room
Gloomy and sketchy
with eyes you like to catch
me staring direct
Incorrect vibe














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