Deconstruction

I see this look, I see this sad look. And all I do, and all I seem to do. I just adopt the same face, the same face Reaction floored (theres nothing there). And its always the same. Torn apart, scratching down. Its all there and its all there. And if I dont then it wont tell me how to feel. Fleeting through, clenching down. Blatant connection - connection. And its always the same. My scars define you and I feel you pushing down. Its all there and its all there. I will not be forced down, and I see past this rage. Take this - you take this, and its all the same