I'm the guy your eyes pass over as they make their way to him,
And you think that I don't notice, for I wear this crooked grin,
My grin is not a smile but a smirk full of contempt,
For I watch your eyes pass by me as if I were exempt.
Cry yourself to sleep wishing for a love that's oh so true,
All the while passing over what's in front of you,
Eyes that are so tired and a grin that never wins,
I appologize for my appearance, please do seek within.
Souls are not shown publicly, contrary to belief,
Thus your eyes pass by me and never seem to meet,
My little private smile, a mockery of you,
For I know the wishes made at night, alone towards the moon.
You may call me bitter, you may call me many names,
I earned each and every misnomer from others just the same,
I'm the guy with tired eyes that watches you pass by,
And you will never notice but I will never cry.