Everyday I wonder how you'd think about me in your head,
I wish you knew that I think just of you, laying wide awake in my bed,
I cannot stop picturing me with you and I never want this feeling to end,
But I fear, till my stories come true and my letter reaches you I might be dead.

If I was to write a book, I'd describe that pretty smile of yours in all the pages,
I need to tell you that it's just you I think of when I fear performing on the stages,
I may not be a rich man ever but I feel your love could enrich my soul for ages,
My life may not be a huge success but your love is what I prayed to the sages.

I wish it was me you were talking to, when your friends make you feel unheard,
I wish I could someway tell how different you are from other sheeps in the herd,
Maybe you'll never know that I was your lover too except being a nerd,
Alas, it hurts me the most when I fathom that you are with me just in my songs O' beloved.