Lack of touch

i know you feel the heat of my stare
as your pretending you dont care
go ahead pretend that your uncomfortable.

i know you want to know my touch,
and i want it just as much,
but we must behave for there are eyes that follow us around

alone at last we seek
the things of enemines must speak,
the rumors circulate, there nothing really here
it just as silent as if music were blasting in the air
but do you really care?
no.
and do i really care?

feelings into feelingless endevors,
the things we must discover
and i will have time to think while youre away..
i stumble just to say, to gain my grip again
as i have lost it for once in my life

and silly me i must know your nothing here at all,
an empty hollowness of lack of feeling, hidden behind those eyes.