His eyes are so piercing when he looks at me
Its like he knows what I’m feeling
I cant hide a thing because I know he can see
All the secrets I am keeping.
He doesn’t know how I feel about him
Or that I crave for more than I get
But when he asks for me it’s a whim
Or maybe to him I’m in debt
He makes me happy when he really shouldn’t
He makes me feel things that I hate
I want him to do lots of things that he couldn’t
But in the end he isn’t more than a mate