I was finally getting over this stupid thing called love
But something happened on that day, during that encounter,
However disinclined I was , I couldn't help myself
It was a moment of weakness and I gave in
Was it desire or was it the feeling of love I felt for you
Whatever it was I was under your spell and I guess I could say
you were the spark that rekindled the flame in my aching heart
(MSM)

I am not pretty
That’s why you’ll never notice me
Don’t mention my hair
Don’t ask my day

Typical ******
Always on the corner of window
Don’t ask what music I listen
Don’t ask the poems I have written

Don’t ask me, don’t notice me
Because I am easily mistaken
Mere questions, I thought was an attention
A little attention, I thought an affection

Maybe that’s the reason
Why I easily get attached to people
Who shows even a little interest
Who shows even a little care

I always long for affection
That's why I am always mistaken