I wasen't looking
I wasen't thinking
He saved me that day, the hooded stranger, he risked his life for mine
I dident even know who he was...all I knew was that he wore a hood, he had a strong body and beige skin
But why would he risk his life for me, some one he diden't even know and meant nothing to him..why would he jump out and save me so suddenly..
Was it a dream..
If so..why haven't I woken up yet?..
Why do I not want it to be a dream
Why do I care so much?....
Why do I want to see him again...