Today I saw you, for the first time in what seems like ages.
Always with that poor-baby look on your face, your head down and your indecisive walk.
I couldn't have handled your eyes looking through my soul, so I turned my head the other way.
I know you saw me, but since you chose to disappear hurting me, I act like you doesn't exist anymore.
PS: I demanded my sunglasses to your best friend, they're still in your place.
