Dana Walker

Please, please (Please, please)

Baby, not another stare

I've been in that trance before
Those burning eyes half-glazed
With tints of fury and resentment
Fighting not to look back
And still tasting the dust
From the last time we did

We sift through the crowds without a care
Only to leave the burnt pattern
Of a waking nightmare

Loneliness finds us beneath dim lit lights
Where pen and paper spell out confusion
Failing to escape those nights of solitude

Failing to escape, failing to escape

You're the one who wants to cry something
You're the one who wants to cry something
You're the one who wants to cry something
You're the one who wants to cry something
Because you feel nothing