Though most of the time
I ignore you,
It doesn’t mean
I don't like you.

Though each time
Our paths cross
I fail to acknowledge you,
It doesn’t mean
I don’t accept you.

It’s hard enough
To control this feeling,
So difficult
To hide this longing.

Do you know that
Each time you pass by
A part of me
follows you?

Do you know that
Everytime I look away
It's my heart
I'm really giving away?