I thought that I knew about everything already
Then you entered my life and made me realize that I don't.

I am not one in a million,
but I am one with the million
There's nothing special about myself,
my eyes do not shine when I talk about stuff I like,
my hair does not cascade perfectly on my back,
my lips are chapped and my words are dry,
I talk from different people's perspective as I cannot tell mine,
I am empty and there's nothing special about me

And then you came along.
My eyes reflected on yours as you looked at them
while I talk about stuff that I like;
my hair does not cascade perfectly on my back,
but each strand fly poking your face;
my lips are chapped, but with yours on top of it— they're not;
my words are dry, but you watered them like flowers;
I started talking on my own perspective and lately,
I've been talking about myself a lot