of the room where I see your face
Every sixth sun of the week
I watch my chances grow bleak
In my head I run around rooms
Thinking of all the pains and glooms
That await me behind every mistake
Or every stupid face I make
Look away, brush back hair
Turn away, pretend you don't care
Look back, unprepared
Hopeful, yet scared
Panic: systems are go
Cheeks: reddest glow
Something to get me out unscathed
Stickin' my tongue out to say I made it.
Slam of fists and a non-judicial fight
Anything to get my concern out of sight
Pitiful excuse for a man, ungentle
Code of honour and shining armour
My mistake was to run
But that indeed did coincide
With my fear
To not have you near.
So I say sorry.
Not because you're right.
And not because I'm wrong.
But because any plight
Is bigger than my ego
And my choice outweighs
My little dismays.