I see you,
I want you,
I want to be with you.
But you don’t even know me.
I don’t understand,
why you do this,
why you make me feel this way,
why you have this hold on me.
But theres somthing about you,
that keepes me coming back,
trying again and again,
and wanting you more and more.
I want you to see me.
I want you to notice me.
I don’t want you to think about me as that stranger,
I want to be your special person.