Yarma yarma screaming out

IV been screaming my self till I turn red in the face
Standing on the mark and spinning in circles to quarter past three
Where have they all gone, why can’t I see their face
I’m eye to eye with the mirror and I’m feeling a disgrace
I see my emotions and yet I can’t read their face
Blur, I’m feeling like the world has turned I don’t understand what they are saying
I’m spending time upon the world which is yet to receive
Pick me up, Pick me up
Stop dropping me on the spot
Why wont they understand were like totally foreign
I have no clue what they are trying to explain
When I can’t see their face
Why cant I, Why can’t I see their face
IV been screaming myself till I turn red in the face
Standing on the mark and spinning in circles to quarter past three
Where have they all gone, why can’t I see there face
Take me back to the time where I knew how to read their faces
Facials I can read without being distracted by what I can’t describe
Will they put on their faces while we sit down for tea?
As polite as it may be
Put on your face, put on your face
I can’t read you and it’s a disgrace
I’m living in a world with the completion of emotion screaming out of your face

By Kloee101™