They painted over my Glasgow smile.
A white purity as clear as day.
They painted over my Glasgow smile.
There it lays to fade.
They painted over my Glasgow smile.
The one I cut myself.
They painted over my Glasgow smile.
The paint now put on my shelf.
They painted over my Glasgow smile.
My simple relief of pain.
They painted over my Glasgow smile.
The knife still old with stain.
They painted over my Glasgow smile.
My scars now shadow cast.
They painted over my Glasgow smile.
My memories of it now in the past.
They painted over my Glasgow smile.
The one that curls up my face.
They painted over my Glasgow smile.
Then dropped over it with lace.
They painted over my Glasgow smile.
My forever happiness now concealed.
They painted over my Glasgow smile.
To so many it wasn't their appeal.
They painted over my Glasgow.
My salty tears burn through its stitches.
They painted over my Glasgow smile.
The secrets it bares of that which is.
They painted over my Glasgow smile.
On my face it lays to waste.
They painted over my Glasgow smile.
And of the stitches dry blood I taste.
They painted over my Glasgow smile.
Outlining it with paint pitch black.
They painted over my Glasgow smile.
Of it all my confidence does not lack.
They painted over my Glasgow smile.
I'll rip the paint clear off my face.
They painted over my Glasgow smile.
A pair of scissors it will replace.
They painted over my Glasgow smile.
The stitches I break to open the wounds.
They painted over my Glasgow smile.
My controlled happiness now presumed.
