In a room full of fifty people
My eyes were searching for you.
I was looking for you even though, I told myself not to
I just wanted to see if she was with you tonight, or not.
But, i was not able to find you
Maybe it was because...I actually didn't want to see you with her.
I stopped looking altogether,
Thinking, that you would come if you were alone.
Not wanting to stay there anymore
I was heading back home.
And now, here I am,
In my room writing my thoughts out, as always...
Writing about stuff
I wish, I could tell you.
Writing about stuff
I wish, you knew yourself.
Writing about stuff
I wish, I never felt...