She always knows what I’m thinking,
Yet there is one thing she'll never know,
I know what she's feeling,
And I know there is one thing, she'll never feel.
But when she looks me in the eyes,
Each morning before school,
While we watch the sunrise,
All my hopes and dreams revive,
All my paintings look like her,
Oh, all I can think of is her.
I wish I could tell her tonight,
Without the fear of losing her,
She has conquered my mind,
She is who I love.
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 3:43 PM UTC
She always knows what I’m thinking,
Yet there is one thing she'll never know,
I know what she's feeling,
And I know there is one thing, she'll never feel.
But when she looks me in the eyes,
Each morning before school,
While we watch the sunrise,
All my hopes and dreams revive,
All my paintings look like her,
Oh, all I can think of is her.
I wish I could tell her tonight,
Without the fear of losing her,
She has conquered my mind,
She is who I love.
