you're ugly when you lie.

here's to him:
a toothless grin,
an ugly double-clefted chin,
here's to him.

here he is:
ingenious whiz,
somewhere in that brain of his
he remembers who he is.

time passes by
and people lie,
we wonder who we are and cry;
people all learn to hate "goodbye".

but then we say it anyway
it's our past that we betray
when a new scar forms,
the old ones heal,
and we forget the way we feel
just to feel nothing,
we numb the pain out
and we forget who we're left without:
it's ourselves we lose when we lose each other
and me and you lost,
but i swear i'll recover.

i'm writing these words now simply to rhyme
and they don't seem right to express a time
when i felt something for you deep down inside;
they're not expressing how those feelings died.

but i'll keep writing till i get it right
i won't stop until the feeling's right.
i repeated the word right
three times
in hope that you'd notice;
four if you count the right with a "w".

i guess the rhyme stopped now,
and i'm starting a conversation
i should have had with you
but never did.

i wonder if we would have had a chance
if you gave us one.
i have moved on,
and the pain has subsided.
there is no stabbing pit in my stomach
when i hear a song with your voice,
although i do miss it.

i wish you would have given us a chance,
maybe taken a step out of your trance
to look me in the eyes
for real.

but there is no chance to take
on a man like you;
and if you admit to me that this is true,
i'll tell you the meaning of the first of my lines,
and i might just forgive you for some of your lies.