One, two, one, two....
In, out, in, out...

On the outside I'm fin,
fun, gentle, and kind...

Isn't it easy to close your eyes,
still your heart...

The hue of your face,
the reminder of your race...

That which repeats,
goes around in a circle...

Can it be that every time,
you look at her...

Hidden in a hollow space,
Mourning for a long lost face...

Sitting in your comfy chair,
Warm and cozy, not a care...

Every single day of my life
I ask myself the same questions;once or twice...

When you cross the room
I hold my breath...

Look at them
staring at the sun...

You don't look at me anymore,why?
You don't say hi to me anymore,why...