THE PLOT                     - S. Dunér – 01

You whisper into her ear

I hear you but you can´t see

I´m standing quite close to you

Why do you keep smiling at me

I´d prefer if you´d be clear

Please don´t be so lovable

I hate that grin upon your chin

Your face turning slowly green

Your mouth smiling while your eyes are cold

I hate that grimace so clever

Senseless and changing never

Oh how I find you so grotesque

You say it's a general problem

Nothing should be taken personal

Don´t want to point me out

I sit like a question mark

My eyes big as massive chalk

Incapable to talk

Your talent for social behaviour´s

Far more than mine, I know

Your transformation makes me impressed

Though I don´t want to see you smile

I don´t want to see you hide

I just want you to be like yourself