IRC-Galleria

I wanted to talk but you occupied,
I tried to explain but I'm tongue-tied
I'll wait in the wings again,
till you find me out,
What is the hold up?
Ooooh, I'm not following you
Ooooh, walking this way too
I've had enough of dreaming
When all my dreams are you.


...


I wish you would notice me,
If not now eventually
Then I wouldn't have
To follow you around
And hunt you down.
Promise we'll get along
If you talk to me,
We'll tell each other
Our stories imperfectly.