They call me gay, which I cannot defy,

They call me *****, because I am just shy,

They accuse me of lying, for the reason that I do not pry,

They call me unusual, for not wanting to tap that girl of guy.

Maybe I am waiting for someone that I once knew,

That person whose name, I don't even have a clue,

But I know she is waiting for someone blue,

Not sad but one who just sticks like glue,

We maybe apart but I bet that you're waiting too,

You're face and feel I do know, that you,

But when we meet I am sure it's true,

That you and I just feel the same way too.