It seems that my words have gone to deaf ears,
My hugs and touches to the stone,
My glances to blind eyes,
My gestures to air..
I'm sorry but I'm not kind of girl
who can speak easily of my feelings
And I can't say every single day that I care...But I do
Sometimes one look might tell more than words..
I'm sorry...
...sorry that I can't be that what everybody wants me to be...
...I'm just me...sorry... I can't be perfect