and here i am again tonight
writing poems
but for you this time
don't know why you caught my eyes
which let me you to beautify
tell me it is not so right
well you don't know my face so well
so what?
i don't even know your name
it's something you do to me
losing myself to be specific
it is true,
you'll never know my self
like my friends do
i know it is impossible
for you to know someone special
hope to see you in another fall
catching my attention out of all
here i am writing for you
which will never get to you
neither do you have a clue
well you don't even need to know
it will not do any good
there's something leading me to your hollow,
begging me to follow
whispering me to know your name
and someone else to blame.
but who to care?
if i have got no shame?
just because of something so reckless.
