When you look at me
What is it that you see?
The answer is: whatever I'm standing in front of.
When you speak to me
What is it that you say?
The answer is: 'Do I know you? '
When you think of me
What is it that you think?
The answer is: that girl, what's her name again?
And on the way home
I'm crying in the rain
Til I realise that no one will notice
That it's happened again.
No one will notice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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