Just Like a Magnet

I attract trouble, just like a magnet. He seems to follow me everywhere. I just ignore trouble. He prods me and pokes me and asks why I'm not talking anymore. Yeah, I attract trouble. I attract sympathy, just like a magnet. He seems to follow me everywhere. I don't mind sympathy, but I'm getting sick of all the tears. He, sympathy, tries to comfort me and trouble, like he understands. Yeah, I attract sympathy.

Blue-eyed sympathy and blue-eyed trouble. So innocent, so trusting, so damn happy. Not like my grey-eyes. My lonely grey eyes. They reflect anger and steely determination. Nothing is going to get in my way. No, nothing will even get in my way. Not trouble or sympathy. I don't need trouble and his reckless behavior or sympathy and morality. Because I've got my cold eyes, my grey eyes that see through people. That's my skill. But even though I could be out with the wind, I'm never going to go. Even dealing with trouble and sympathy and their pretty blue eyes is better than being alone. I don't want to be lonely, anymore.

I'm not going to say a word. I don't like to talk. Suppose I'm talking now, funny isn't it? I'm going to let them think that everything is okay. Because I don't want to tell them what I think. Tell trouble what I think. I think I like him, want to spend more time talking with him. Want him to know I care and care back. What would sympathy think about this? So I'm not going to say a single word. I love my new family to much to tear it apart with my teeth. Yeah, I attract trouble just like a magnet. And he attracts me right back. Yeah, he attracts me right back.