Eyes through the windows
Books in front of Her, All the time.
She walks with her girls.
She\'s never alone.
She laughs hard, Live hard, do all with her girls.
Sits at the far end o\' the bench.
Looking through windows all the time.
Books in her desks,
Opened in front Of her,
she reads soo much i Can\'t count it all.
Always with her girls but keep it herself.
But, why can\'t you tilt your head,
close those books,
see me looking at you with these eyes,
let our eyes meet ?
Why??
Don\'t tell me that you hate me..
Don\'t tell me that you love me...
Just know me,
Keep me
Nothing more...
And Don\'t ever tell me that you love someone else....