My screaming silences are ignored by her ears,
She no more dives into depth of my talk,
She has lost the key to my heart's lock.
She used to ask"what's wrong" again and again
She could easily sense my faces's hidden pain,
But now my fake smile easily fools her,
Now my sweet sweet talks simply cools her.
Is it me who's really good at acting?
Is it her who has stopped reacting?
M i the one who's complicating the lover's task?
Or is she wearing a fake lover's mask?