Pretend not to notice. Pretend you don’t see.
Protect at all cost your illusions of me.
 
Don’t read what I write on the lines of my page,
you’ll only find flaws that you’ve long wished away.
 
Just keep smiling at me, I’ll keep smiling at you.
You be who you are, and I’ll do what I do.
 
I’ll try not to let all the things in my mind
stray far from my pages, or too out of line.
 
But I can’t promise much for my pen won’t allow
the truth to be hidden, so I don’t know how
 
I can be who I am, yet the one who you see.
So, protect at all cost your illusions of me.
 
And don’t read what I write it’s far easier then
to see me through my smile… instead of my pen.