Analysis of STARE DOWN

This is not a park and I do not play on the swings I  wish that I could find a word to name this thing

All that you do is look at me with a mad woman's stare it is not even into my eyes, you say, what has happened to your voice it use to take my worries away.

I am lying by the cold waterside, I tear up my pictures of you the ones that I never did have, I watch them as they float on the passing tide

I wait for you to hold me in your comforting arms you do not say a single word you turn your back on me. the words which you find rolling off your Jezebelle tongue are those that could never speak of love don't ask me how I know I just do

I ask then why do you just not let me go like you always have somehow like a black cat we always cross paths plus the more we begin to touch the more we start hating each other too much

I feel my chest getting tight let me feel your sex in my heart it is such a mind fuck let's do it one last time tonight. I no longer want to feel like shit and my prick is starting to get hard oh come on feel each other again like we are nothing yet everything, not just lay but eachothers something.

Your taste is swimming around in my mouth why does this seem to me to be the end? if so were we both unaware that it ever did begin

Your words are becoming so unbelievable and you are quickly becoming unreachable let me touch you the way you touched me

You tell me that this can never be any type of love being you have too much hate saying to work I always make you late because it takes me forever to come