My Well

Acting lost, as if you care, of course
You bring up my ex cause you're thinking of yours.
But don't worry
I got another five girls
In line waiting for their hearts to be broken.
Not really- all I do is just shake up ppl's balance,
It's good sometimes to reevaluate what matters.
Oh wait, it has never been you -
You weren't THAT into me in the first place -
At least that's what you choose to tell your ex,
Maintain the image of K____, with a 5,000 girls
But she's into her ex's ghost.

I'm not stupid
You're acting asleep
When my texts are too deep,
When I read your "read"
on my "I love you." You're scared
to face the beast.
Damn, maybe you loved me like a sister at least?
Or a friend?
Only, on top of that I do make your p***y feel great. I bet
Not as good as it feels
To send out an army of chills
Down her spine
That's how I know you've never been mine.

I never really asked for much, honestly,
You think I wanted your love -
I just wanted your honesty
And truth ain't the same as absence of lies.

Listen, you've been confusing
with your absent gaze, absent mind,
They are only reflections of absence of someone inside.
I'll leave you alone - for the clarity,
That's my idea and my reality.
I build plots in my head,
Maybe they're wrong for you,
But they keep me from not being dead.

Maybe nobody knows anybody well.
People just hear the smell
of my surroundings
Without having dipped into the depths of my well.
I have clear waters and magical treasures running deep through.
But I've hidden it well.
And when you come too close,
I summon my ghosts
by ringing the bell,
And sometimes it's so loud
I forget things that were making me proud
I've hidden my treasure
So deep you can't even measure
Maybe it's lost, washed away,
Maybe it's still there under the waves,
But no one was brave enough to get that deep,
And I'm left with my ghosts and my reality,
Waiting for someone to dig,
Make my fake reality sip,
Spill through the cracks of my deformed prisms
Set me free from my own prison.

People come and go like waves
on a surface. You may think they're reflections
of depth, what a puzzle -
Because there are waves even on puddles.