You look at me with judgmental glances
At these tearless eyes
That cry no more

This bleak well has been dried up
Used to the point of damage
Pushed and driven until there was nothing left

Only a dead end, with not even a glimmer of hope
And just you, with your judgmental glances
And these tearless eyes, that cry no more

You don’t ask or show interest
In what it is now
That has plagued my distressed heart

Just criticize and judge
As if it is your place to do so

Again and again
I am forced to endure you
And your judgmental glances

There is nothing I can do
There is nothing I can say
To change your view

Why am I the victim?
I have done nothing wrong
Maybe you are the one that is in the wrong

My supposed apathy
Has you on edge

You are disappointed
I understand
But I do not understand

Who are you to judge?
It is not your place
Who am I to care

About your judgmental glances
About your whispered gossips
About your spurious life

Who am I to care, indeed
I am myself and I am
No one