I saw you one day in a narrow alley
Leaning against the brick wall
painted with a small smile
Thinking it was a wrong path, I turned around
And felt your hands grabbing my arm
You asked for a greeting before I leave
But words were good as gone
until I saw your eyes
I took a step back and started walking away
You caught up, asking what's wrong
All I did was smile
and disappeared along the busy crowd
There's nothing wrong
It's just that
You've seen right through me
What else could I ever say?