I keep a pair of shades over my eyes
Not to hide, but to shield my eyes from all of the lies, and hurt and blame
Your childish games in turn give off a toxic glare that if I stare into I see a picture of myself alone. Defenseless, helpless, powerless, to the bullshit, the lies, the all night crying when I'm just trying, competing, and vying for the attention I deserve.
So you ask, why the looks from behind the glasses?
Well in this case I must face the music and refuse to be confused, still at the same time deal with the same lines from someone that once had my trust, had my love but gave me back lust...
I keep my shades over my eyes so that in public I do not cry from the pain that's been held so secretively inside.