I'm afraid to touch in public
My secret is written in bold on my forehead
Three days before the full moon
I gave myself the luxury to not belong
Into this sensitive world of yours
There's a whole charm in a victorious gaze
And an entire chaos in the hair blown in the wind
You can't feel jealousy in a relationship
When I only think about you all the time
I spread all the clues in the hallways
And in my old laughters of last year
But you can't read them
You don't have the guts to see them
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
I'm afraid to touch in public
My secret is written in bold on my forehead
Three days before the full moon
I gave myself the luxury to not belong
Into this sensitive world of yours
There's a whole charm in a victorious gaze
And an entire chaos in the hair blown in the wind
You can't feel jealousy in a relationship
When I only think about you all the time
I spread all the clues in the hallways
And in my old laughters of last year
But you can't read them
You don't have the guts to see them
