that pretty face i try to ignore
but its on my face whenever I see
those curly strands bruise my eyes sore
why would you not just let me be

I cant stand not being seen by you
some curtains stand between you and I
a horde of girls that I must peer through
while I sit sighing and quietly spy

Id come out this room
just to smile at you
but thats pretty creepy
but its what I would do

cant come out this room
you dont seem inviting
must wait for the time
when at me, you're smiling

see, its difficult to show the real me
since at first glance, I can be peculiar
but spend and hour, maybe two
and you will notice soon, I am familiar

dont think you want a diamond
nor flashy cars with auto-pilot
I hope you arent that kind of girl
you seem like some kind of riot

I picture you with burning flags
face paint with a jokers grin
crazy eyes of a pyromaniac
but just for the fun of whim

as you can see, i know nothing of you
I sit in my room and spy what you show
you live your life while I live mine
wish our lives were tied with a bow