• In a room full of interesting people,
    You're the first person I notice.
    Why don't you notice me?

    Whenever I try to talk to you,
    You ignore me, like I'm nothing more than
    A summer breeze.
    Why don't you speak to me?

    I look into your beautiful eyes,
    And you look away, ashamed.
    Why do you hate me?

    If I know that I'm so... wrong, to you,
    Why do I love you?