It is the way your eyes spark when you look into mine . . . or it is just really rare for someone to look at me.
Do not call me by my name;
Do not tell me my art is beautiful;
Do not ask questions that are the same,
And that you want to read my story that is cool –
Because I might fall.
Just one call,
I will look –
And just one hi,
I am hooked;
My heart is bombing,
I hate how I easily get butterflies diving,
It is driving my emotion;
I hate how when you give me enough attention,
I fall.
So do not notice – please do not notice,
Because I hate that you make me feel like this;
(Please) Do not take the risk,
If you will not catch, please?
Because when you give your eyes on me –
I fall, fall, fall.
And it makes me tear up,
That this road is down;
And I am on a school bus,
Feeling drown;
And the bus is driving too fast,
Falling to a graveyard;
And that is what it feels –
To fall so hard.
It hurts –
But it hopes, too.
I still hope . . .
But it just hurts;
I do not want to fall ever again,
And I do not want to feel like this ever again;
It makes me feel vulnerable,
To fall so fast and hard;
You turn the table,
Play the card –
Yet I still fall.
Perhaps I am an attention-seeker,
So when you give me all your attention,
And when you look at me with your eyes so nostalgic –
It is like I swig a love potion,
And everything is magic;
I love the feeling of your eyes on me,
But I know it will not last,
Like the glitters in the dust –
It vanished in the dark.
It still hurts –
Seeing you giving all your attention to someone,
With that fireworks eyes,
And that city lights look that glimmers;
How I wish I am her,
But I still hope . . .
You never look at me the way you look at her,
You never give your attention to me the way you pay attention to the every detail of her –
But I still hope,
Even it hurts . . . so much.
If only in the very first place,
You never give me your attention,
Then I would not feel this tears flowing down my face;
If only in the very first start,
You never look at me,
Then I would not feel my heart slowly breaking apart;
If you did not do all of that,
I would not fall so hard.
I just . . . wanted to be seen,
I do not have the spotlight,
I am always the supporting character;
Never been the protagonist,
Never been the important role,
Never been the favorite;
I never wanted to be the main –
But I wanted to be seen.
And every time you give your eyes on me,
I feel seen,
I feel the main character,
I feel the spotlight,
And I feel important –
But it is just me,
Because like the other films,
You give your eyes on the protagonist forever.
I fall for you over and over again;
I fall for you, it is the same cycle everyday,
And I hate it,
Because you do not feel the same way,
But when you give me enough attention,
When you give your eyes on me –
I hope you fall, fall, fall.
