I'd like to turn the table...

They all see it, or, at least they truly believe they do. The tragedy is there's so much more behind the front door... More animation than you could imagine to explore. Don't you know what that glimpse of a blank stare's for? Please, I implore... Never mind, just do the wine & dine, I'll pretend to care as I sit back & recline. All that "swag," take it back. You are see - thru, just like dried up fucking glue. That line won't work... Try and connect my dots, if you dare. Behind the mystery is just a girl, A girl who dreams & still hopes & believes... I won't be able to buy her back.