I see him, yet he doesn't see me.
His favourite colour is red, like the colour of his bed.
The next day I wore red, to impress him and only him.
He ignored me.
The next day I did my makeup red, just for him.
He ignored me.
The next day I gave him a red rose, because he loves them.
He ignored me.
The next day I dyed me hair red, All for him.
He ignored me.
I see him, in his house.
He doesn't see me.
Yet I didn't see it all.
The red on his bed, wasn't because it was his favourite colour.
It was Willow.
