Thinkin about you.

I wish, I could come back to those past days when we're not together. Everyday I'm passing by the high building, we used to meet on late, celadon afternoons. But you'd always warm me up inside by your sight... Yeah, I wasn't ever sure if you came or not. But I counted on your presence at least. Impatiently waiting to implement my ulterior intentions. Maybe you already know this, nonetheless, you good, cos I'm not wittering on it directly to you. Although I have no idea what this mixed bag of abbreviations mean, I am able to ensure you, that you're not aloneI've been thinking about you, so how can you sleep These people aren't your friends, they're paid to kiss your feet But they don't know what I know, and why should you care When I'm not there.