That Stare

What's with that stare?
What do you think you know?
Who do you think you are
Flaunting that sense horrible of control
It's all just a game
At least that's what I'll say

I don't mean to compare
But I'm just so scared of being forgotten
If the box is too small
Is it really there at all?

What's with that stare?
The reflection in your eyes
That's a dangerous truth
Fight to be seen
Scratch to be heard
Cause no one would look

I don't mean to compare
But I'm just so scared of being forgotten
If the box is too small
Is it really there at all?

Is it there?
God, is it there?



Credits
Writer(s): Cara Lorraine Cirasole
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