You don’t know why I am like a jobless,
When I spend my time, writing about you.
You might have questions about my future..
When hours I have nothing to do..
You don’t know for sure,
But that’s the time I dream about the life I want to have with you…
More of a person destined to be stupid, I do look..
Desperately waiting for a moment,
to share a memory byte in the phone with you..
I would say wait for a minute,
Let me answer, the miserable me…
Just wear my heart, and let your head read my story,
Since you need to know what I think about you..