I’m caught in the symmetry of your mind.
But I’m not happier than you.
Did I really see you or was it a dream?
Dreaming that it was seemles, not a trace of wrong.
Wrong words that we have spoken. Little did we know.
No bigotry, No tears shed.
oh if only you’d try to be polite thinking you were right only to find that you’re unkind.
But ironically you will always be belle of the ball at least to me.
I’m caught in the symmetry of your mind.
But I’m not happier than you.
But my words are frail not audible they do not even convince me perheaps they are untrue.
Truly with you the worst is always true.
I gave you all the benefits of all the doubts I had never hoped to be as benign as me.
Funny how you always get through but ironically you will always be belle of the ball at least to me.