Roses are red...

Roses are red...
Like the blood in my veins
That courses through me carrying life and love and hope and dreams and desire and passion and all the things I could share if anyone ever took the time to really know me. 
See I know I'm a good man and I've got something nobody else has, me. 
Truth is, I got so much me that most times I'm SCREAMIN to get outta my damn self. 
There's enough there to fuel an asylum and create whole worlds
..or choke a mule
But all I want is for you to see me now
And I'm praying you'll know me somehow
And I'm dreaming of the time when I can FINALLY be me without pretending anymore cuz I KNOW you're gonna like me the way I do 
...cuz
...I really really do like me

But When you look, maybe you see my hai... my lack of hair, my skin, my eyes, my body, but if you look close enough, if you'll just feel, 
if ONLY you'd listen, 
you'd see so much more. 
You'd see that hair's just like bling,
And skin's just a shell,
My body, a vessel
And my eyes...
they're not dark brown almonds, they're BROKEN lenses that strain to see CLEARLY and if you squint just so, you can see the light on the other side
And when you listen you'd know what I'm telling you when I say words like "hey..."
Or "how ya feelin?" 
And you'd see that maybe the words don't even matter anymore; 
that the things your eyes see only cloud your vision
That just maybe the man you thought you saw never was the one standing there
That maybe the man you never saw is standing right here now and
That all this is who I really am and that's a GOOD thing. 
That it just might be a very good thing 
...if you'd let it. 
And So I wanna know if you'd just look at this shabby old house and keep on walking,
Or would you step up and knock?
Cuz, see, I'd answer. 
I'd invite you in where you'd see that INSIDE these walls is beauty and life. 
You'd step through my door to find the love in my kitchen, 
the food at my table,
 the warmth by my fire, 
the passion in my room, 
the beauty of my art, 
the light that surrounds you when I love, 
and the comfort on my damn ugly couch. 
And Though the windows are dirty and the paint's peeling, and the yard is unkempt, 
there's something more here. 

And when you cross that threshold you'd feel it too.  

It's called "HOME"

Yeah, Home...
It's that place where You never gotta pretend and nothing else matters but 
THIS
This Right here
Right now and forever. 
Between you and me And nobody else
It could be that, but maybe I don't want you to clearly see and maybe I'm just a little bit afraid that if you really see, that I STILL won't be enough. 
And it's possible that all I am was never really what you wanted 
And all I can give isn't what you needed 
And maybe MY pieces don't fit YOUR pieces and we're beyond trimming the rough edges just to make them fit. 

See, but maybe you won't be enough either. 
Maybe the love you're capable of isn't the love I deserve. 
And the vision you see ain't the same vision you dreamed 
And the way you feel simply isn't true enough. 
Or the light in your eyes shines on a different future
Because I MIGHT just be able to talk you into loving me, 
but you MIGHT just be able to talk yourself out of me later  And Lord knows it takes a LOTTA patience to keep lovin me with my scattered thoughts and my 
"gotta do the right thing", 

And the way my clock doesn't seem to turn the same way everyone else's does
And the unkept promises that sound like lies
And the pieces I'm missing cuz I left them behind
And the gifts I can't hold onto cuz I give em away
And then there's that chronic annoying optimism that always seems a little too...well, optimistic

See it seems like most folks are SO self centered that when they look, they really only see themselves 
And when they judge, they see all that's shady through the dark cloak of their own experience
And when they feel, they never take the gloves off
But I  wanna take off your gloves
And THROW open the curtains and bring enough LIGHT so you'll see it all. 
All the good, all the bad, the funny, the beautiful, the not so beautiful, the simply ugly, the comical and silly, the sweet and tender, the tired and the HARD. 

And So now I'm right back where I started, huh
I'm back inside me wishing you knew me
Cuz I love who I am, I genuinely do
And I'm happily alone until the woman of MY dreams who is the woman of HER  dreams will find in me the one thing that matters most to her. 
Cuz if I can't find that, 
Well I don't really wanna find anything at all. 

So I think this time...
I'ma wait
Cuz I know that I'm right about this

I GOT to be right about this.