Charlie F. Kane (14/1/1989 / Solihull, Birmingham)
These green eyes are waiting for you,
Waiting to see you again,
Like waiting for a bus to arrive,
Like waiting for my number to be called,
These green eyes are waiting for you.
Waiting for you to rear that ugly head,
Waiting for you to prove you are real,
Waiting for you to cure my unrequited obsession with you.
These green eyes are waiting for you to show yourself.
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