Pretty in Pink

You're so pretty in pink
And you'll
Never know what I think
And you're
So full of beliefs
You'll never
Give me relief
From your
Persistent impositions
I can't
Stand this position
Stuck between
Giving you what you seek
And showing
Exactly what I think.

So pack up my bags
And ship me away
And maybe you'll consider
On some sunny day
The people you love,
Or at least claimed that you do,
And how they might not
Think exactly like you.

Every time that I see you
I promise
Myself that I'll tell you
All that
I've been thinking of
And stop
Giving this lie you love
But then
I remember how easy
It was
To pretend that it pleased me
Just to
See your fake smile
So I
Keep lying again a while.