Time hits early,
sharp at five; trying to hard and catch
your eye.
Pounding hearts, well,
for just me in this matter;
as you pass by, don't see and my
little heart tatters.
Small tears from the sky,
speaking for my delicate eye.
i wish you would notice me.
I try so hard to get your attention;
for what, you don't see my intentions
it's not so hard to see,
just turn your head like its meant to
be. Tell me that you think I'm good enough
for you,
please, before...
my heart runs out of reasons to beat;
since the reason is,
I live for you.
