He always does it.
He always stares at me.
Is there something wrong?
Is there something on me?
No.
It's like he stares into me.
Into my soul.
We are two different types of people.
I'm the innocent, he's the rough.
We would never go together.
We would never match.
But we could.
But I'm too weak.
Too innocent.
Too fragile.
Too careful.
Too scared.
But he could be what I need.
But he would never come near.
Unless I change.
That would never happen.
I need you.
Please.
