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