Yesterday when we met,
There was something in your eyes I bet,
It wasn't dirt or flirt,
I believe it was love,
The way that you stared continuously made me feel shy.
Never knew that after we meet we'll not talk and just say bye,
Cause you have been so busy since yesterday and we didn't speak,
I have scary thoughts in my head above.
What if you do not find me pretty as your exes and friends,
What if you find me ugly,
What if you only love girls with short skirts,
What is going on I need to know,
I am feeling so sad,
I wonder if is this the same you... really?
