Sometimes I see the grimace out the corner of my eye.
I wonder why.
I won’t ask, I won’t pry.
But the smile you flash seems surreal.
Maybe it’s imagined, and maybe it’s not a big deal.
Then again what do I know what’s real?
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
Sometimes I see the grimace out the corner of my eye.
I wonder why.
I won’t ask, I won’t pry.
But the smile you flash seems surreal.
Maybe it’s imagined, and maybe it’s not a big deal.
Then again what do I know what’s real?