Are you only being polite?
I can tell it from your smile
But even when the tension drops
The feeling doesn’t stop

It’s sticking to my skin
It’s tying up my wrists
Concealing it won’t do the trick
The impression still exists

But I don’t wanna feel this
It’s beating up my battered heart
If you still don’t see it
I will keep repeating
I don’t wanna feel this

You can question all my skills
You can call it what you will
A sculpture or a pile of stones
A painting or a spill

But to see a person care
Without really being there
Shows me how you can’t relate
To what I’ve got to say

I don’t wanna feel this
It’s beating up my battered heart
If you still don’t see it
I will keep repeating

I don’t wanna feel this