Matty

Look at me I seethe, is it my grey hair, do I need new teeth, I’m always too late, as if you'd care, step on me like a crate, what might have been, is not fair, just need a bit of ease, nights I sway, without a slur, I can take the strain, don't sing of the sea, you're not that aware, these fine evenings, like a fish to the bait, your eyes blur, say I'm great, but can you love me, do you dare, I'm shaping to leave, are you scared?