Come Back

Don't ask me to turn around,
and come back,
when I just left,
and my eyes are still wet.

Don't need no witness,
to remind me of feelings,
I'm trying to repress.

I make it look easy I know,
smiling and hugs so,
you'll never know,
I miss you so.

So don't ask me,
to turn around,
I'm on my way,
away from you.

Excuses form,
I'm running late,
that'll do,
I've got a date,
perhaps I'll get a dig in too.

So don't ask me,
to turn around,
I'm on my way,
away from you.

Don't ask me to turn around,
and come back,
when I just left,
and my eyes are still wet.

When will he ask me,
to turn around,
and he'll come back,
to what he left,
and make me still,
and eyes still wet?