Mannerism

Mannerism mixed up,
you keep looking at your fingers,
and the conversation lingers
and you never fail to cut me off
But then sometimes you seem to wanna talk to me all day
and point out little things we do
only between me and you

Not good for me I know
so I say that I need to let you go
Try and act like I don't care
but I love you so the fight ain't fair

You never try to see me
or go out of your way
but your smile always deceives me
I'm blind and led astray
I think I'm slowly falling for someone else I met
but it's hard to know what's going on up inside their head

It's good for me I know
but it's hard to try and let you go
with all the things you said
I don't think I can leave you yet

I hate how you have control over me
And the things you don't see will be the death of me
I hate how you have control over me
And the things you don't see will kill me

I hate how you have control over me
And the things you don't see will be the death of me
I hate how you have control over me
And the things you don't see will kill me