Communication

I'm moving away, you're stuck in your track

I'm trying to see you but you don't look back. 
We're bound to each other and inside we know 

that we're so good together but I'm about to go.

You turn in your circles where noone belong 

and all we called perfect feels so oddly wrong. 
Inside we know better, inside we are good, 

but we're lost in translation and misunderstood. 

I live for your scent and your soothing embrace 

but your train of thoughts is so hard to trace. 
I want to be here so please beg me to stay...

but you will keep silent and I'll move away. 

I don't wish for roses or poetry read 

but I need you to whisper what needs to be said. 
Don't give me no jewelry, just make me believe 

that it's a good thing to stay, because I don't want to leave.