And I walk up to you and see those eyes.

A reddish tint that paints over white.

You will smile and greet and for a brief second ill feel delight.

For outside those hours when your eyes revert; the pale red vanishes.

Your mood switches, now the gaze is subtitled with the word dissapointed.

I know im not like you and it hurts inside for i am the only boy you have with your skin and similiar tastes.

I know im not like you and it hurts inside because im the only boy youll ever have to call your own yet at times im just another face.

I know im not like you and it hurts inside we have same eyes but mine are washed white while yours are bathed in sin.

We look alike and stomp the same, dance uncorridanted and laugh at the wrong occasions but im nothing like you.

I prefer inside work while your hands can only grip the outdoors.

I prefer legal deals while you rather stomach a trade of pills.

I prefer to be honest while you hope to get away with it.

When your eyes red you are proud of your son.

Ruining your expectations of what a man should be I paint red in your eyes when you see me.