Mika,
the boy who knew too much.
Out next week.
I'm sitting across from you.
I'm dreaming of the things I do.
I don't speak.
You don't know me
at all.
For fear of what you might do, I say nothing.
But stare at you and I'm dreaming.
I'm tripping over you.
Truth pits all my problems on.
To me, the world to me, but you'll never know.
You could be cruel to me.
Why risk in the way that I see you?
That I see you.
That I see you.
That I see you.
That I see conversations.
Not me at all.
I'm hesitating.
Only to fall and I'm waiting.
I'm hating everyone.
Could it be true for me?
Any possible similarity?
If it's so, how would I know?
You'll never
know me at all.
But I see you.
But I see you.
But I see you.
But I see you.
But I see
Mika,
the boy who knew too much.
Out next week.
Our
problems are to me the world to me,
but you'll never know.
You could be cruel to me.
Why risk in the way that I see you?
But I see you,
but I see you, but I see you, but I see you,
but I see you
I'm standing,
but I see you,
I'm trying to look,
but I just won't do
I'm standing,
but I see you,
I'm standing, I'm standing,
I'm standing, I'm
standing Inica