The first day,
The first person I saw
was you.
That was the first time I saw
a decent looking boy
who attracts my attention.

Hard to describe,
I really thought it was love of the first sight.
I sit at the corner,
mesmerized by your flaws
I want to talk to you
like the other girls always do
casually, simply and friendly
conversations that cracked the tensed atmosphere.

But I realized my existence nor my appearance
didn't caught your attention.
Wanna start a conversation
but I'm afraid I'll annoy you.
Well, i did talk to you
for homework matters
but you replied reluctantly
and it hurts.

Now, i'm still sitting there
watching you from far
where my gaze won't be noticed,
cause I know you won't be pleased.

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