Who are you? To be staring out at me with knowing eyes You don’t know me. You don’t know my mistakes, my fears You don’t know what I’ve done or what I regret not doing You don’t know who’s loved me without me evening noticing You don’t know who I’ve loved, and lost You think you know what I cry for? Well you don’t. And I don’t know you. But here’s the difference between us,
I don’t pretend to.
Deziner · Wed Oct 24, 2007 @ 07:22pm · 0 Comments |