Was it you taking a peep at me,
Or was it just my imagination?
My eyes glued onto yours,
Seems like the start of a new generation.
I might not necessarily talk,
but my heart says a thousand words to you.
You may not understand,
But its all true.
As I sit there upon watching you,
I can't help but feel so weak.
So weak, so low.
Feeling as if I'm falling down like snow.
Its you, it must be.
Its you, it is.