Jenga

He felt the disconnect

She felt the disconnect

With failed attempts to resurrect

Whatever parts that's left...

Pick up the pieces

Build it up, they playing Jenga

It’s a ticking time bomb

And she the reason he been crazy...

Conflicted visions tempting

His mind with false illusions

He felt the friction

Asking “Why she jumping to conclusions?”…

He often notice that she smiles

When she is observing

Introverted, often nervous,

Whenever he flirting…

Shaky palms, sweaty hands,

Like he got a referral,

“Mona Lisa” stale face

It’s really disturbing...

He build the courage, and break it down

Like he playing Jenga

He’s indecisive, the final crisis

The endless cycle...

He build the courage, and break it down

Like he playing Jenga

He’s indecisive, the final crisis

The endless cycle.