It's Strange

I wanna know what it is that you’re feeling
The look on your face and your tone is revealing
I know you don’t know that I know, I can see it
Put on a show, let’s throw some belief in
I wanna know why you continue to feed it
The grass only green cause he won’t go and weed it
Planted a seed, but the water’s depleted
Rooted in me, and they all can see it
Won’t you give me a sign? where should I turn?
Or is it just that I don’t know when it’s about time for our bridge to burn?
Are we really gonna make it through all of this together?
Or is the path which tears us asunder the only way that we can make it better?