i have sneered through venitian blinds<br>
and kept an eye at your key hole<br>
it is no good<br>
always outside looking in<br>
when will i get to laugh again<br><br>
outdated smiles, postmarked '99<br>
i'll slide them under your door<br>
bitter photographs of yesteryears<br>
ponder them my dear<br>
and you will find<br>
looking in isn't everything it seems<br>