Heart Revival
I'm a man.
Or am I not?
You're never been good in making me understand it. You mask your face, in order for me not to read what you're trying to hide since too much time.
That you're lying. To me, to others, but overall to yourself.
And so, if you're brave enough, tell me what am I to you? Thing. Because when you come and hide between my sheets, there's no warmth in you.
I would be the beast. You succeed, just with an eyelash beat, turning the roles.
But when you'll see over, all this love is supposed to choke you.