About me

Painting a picture for you, 
Words for paint, 
My keyboard as the brush, 
Read between the lines, 
See the pencil marks, so faint. 

I think, I smoke, in a certain pose. 
Leant against the wall, 
One hand in my pocket, 
Flat of my foot on the wall too. 
Smoking, chain, until I could almost fall. 

I use my glasses as a mask, 
My barrier, my defence. 
If I take them off in front of you, 
Or even slide them down, 
I trust you, no pretence. 

My lopsided grin means, 
That I'm falling in love. 
If I give you that grin, 
You're becoming important. 
You're becoming more, no one else above. 

When I walk away, 
I always have one last glance. 
Turn around, look over my shoulder
One lone tear, an empty lopsided grin, 
Because I know I'm walking away from the only chance.