| Who are you? The person who walks By my street every Morning and afternoon... That last bell is heaven to me Those mysterious eyes, Those pools of crystal blue. The ones that always search For a face In a room full of strangers You are the one that I search for at the parties But I know is not there Still I long to see more of you I want to know what you think of this I need to know how you are feeling You who seem to know the answers To every question asked You who seems to have no boundries No limits, an escape to every problem I wish I could escape this as you do Why do I long to be you? The person everyone stares at The person whom everyone calls friend The person who doesn't seem to care The person who is an outcast... Who are you? You mystrious person with Pools of crystal blue in your eyes |
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