you

you ignore my silent stares
so i swallow down my pride
as i wait along these lonely steps
for another soul swept tide

you seem to be my only cure
it's funny how i can't adjourn
i'm out of reach from your attention
i'm out of sight, i feel the pressure

you were my soul, you owned my will
you faded out along my view
you pull the string that's round my heal
i trip and fell on top of the cunning you

i cry, you cry,
we end up with these shadowy strides
we press against our own found will
and we hold on tight to our favorite feels

i cry, you cry,
i tried, you tried,
we seem to have our own defences
we kept our own good distances

we promise not to tell out lies
as we sway along these plastered sights
and we hold on to our kites
like there's just no tomorrow's light