I stand right at your face and call but you don't see me
I cry out to your hearing, but I am not heard
I suffer this pain in silence and in open, I am breaking badly
In the fact that this will not change anytime soon I cry out loudly
We met, by mistake, I could read the desire to not get close in your face
I moved away quickly in pain, so I don't embarrass you in front of your friends
You looked so good that I desired a warm embrace but you weren't willing to share
I got to the top floor and stood there staring as you depart, and wished you knew how it felt
Do you hear me calling?
