• Why can't i see,
    what you see in me?
    it's so different,
    so unusual,
    who are you now,
    to stand beside me in the rain,
    and not in the curb,
    waiting for your mom to pick you up,
    instead,
    your hand is on mine,
    your talking and smiling,
    instead,
    of how you usually wait for the day to end,
    who are you now?
    what do you see in me?
    to want me so bad,
    like were connected in ways,
    even i don't know what to do,
    why have you changed so much?
    why do you stand before me,
    instead,
    of in the curb?