I am not Belgium
Though I call myself so
An admirer of sorts
I watch her intensely
Not pretty or beautiful
Just a simple being
Oh when she is so normal
And I am such a jerk
Like a clown putting on a show
Without all that makeup
A mask I have shielded
I wonder what she is thinking of
So intelligent and intriguing
Her skin does not sparkle
Her hair does not shine
But something about her
Makes me smile
And I laugh at her jokes
And I admire her every move
Does she write stories like me
About the journeys I've taken
I get jealous of every smile
I feel mad when she's gone
Oh what does she feel for me
Yes I am not Belgium
I am an idiot inside
And I still love the girl
Who seems so connected
Who is stuck in her grave of gravel
Who holds my hand to break free
