I am a lost cause
In the art of imperfections
Trying to find the right words
Is like an SOS out to sea
In two worlds, one has hope
And the other has truth
Cracks a half-smile and laughs
In my face
Shaking off the pressure,
I breathe in sequence
Appreciating every one I take
But it's true
I look at your face
And see nothing
My art form is expressionless
You need a man who looks at you
And paints you with his eyes
I'm not that man