Seeing him with her gives me a stitch
What shall I think?
Is there something or do I only imagine?
All the time just changing a few words
But there are those looks I don’t know
How they are meant
With those flashing blue eyes
He looks to me
What does he want from me ?
Looking straight in my eyes
Without batting an eye when I look back
But hanging out with that typical girl
It’s a klischee
The gangster boy with a dumb blondine
Keeps the cool guy, like -I don’t know and do not care-
In silence helps the others if they need him,
But let nobody help him and see him.
I don’t know what I should think about that mysterious guy
Except saying its sad to say, but I know
He and me this will never come
Also If we would fit
There will never anything happen and I have to admit.