Do you even feel that someone's staring at you?
Or hear that someone's calling for you?
Or see that someone's there for you?
Or know that someone's loving you?
But the real question is:
Do you even care 'bout the things I do?
I wish you know what you never knew
But I will never have that chance again
To say how much I like you then
'Cause how could a mere invisible girl
Be part of your visible world.
