It’s the state of anger that got me the most,
Jealousy is not my type but i guess i’ve changed a lot
I wish i can tell how i feel
I wish you can sense the shiver of my heart
The matter of you, me & our connected butterflies,
I feel yours & you feel mine
In the very crowded rooms, with the very loudly voices, it was only me & you
I remember
You setting there flashing a glance, & me ignoring you
I remember
Your shaky voice & u sure remember mine
My eyes were always looking for you, and i ran away once i found you
Its risky yet sweet to have you around,
deeply it was all what i wanted
And that caused the state of anger that got me the most