I think maybe just one day we can talk.
Oh right, it's just a thought.
Your attention that I've never got,
And your eyes that I've never caught.
I might look okay on the outside
And people thought I was fine
But they don't know how I feel on the inside
Because telling them is a waste of time.
No one would understand,
No one would know
How far I ran
Just to get to know
How it will feel like being with you
How it will feel like talking to you
Would it be nice to hear your voice?
Would it be nice to hold your hand?
But I don't have a choice
Because I did all I can
Yet I still can't get your attention
Maybe this is my fate
It's the only option
I was probably too late.
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9 December 2016
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