I open the door for you.
Yeah, I know I’m cute.
You’re Gorgeous. I’m Naïve.
I’ll be forgotten once you step passed me.
I could wave, say “Hi.”
Get a dirty look as you pass by.
I’ll repeat verse one, to myself an insult,
cause it’s just a different girl, only the same result.
I know I’m not part of your day.
And I know you don’t have the time.
A second glance and we could have fallen in love,
but in the end I’m always passed by.
It’s not selfish to want love.
Maybe it’s me not doing enough.
Am I not memorable?
Are my actions not commendable?
I know I could wave and say “Hi, ”
but all along it’s just an unspoken goodbye.
I’ll repeat the chorus, so many times I’ll sing.
And to you, I’ll still be invisible ol’ me.
I know I’m not part of your day.
And I know you don’t have the time.
A second glance and we could have fallen in love,
but in the end I’m always passed by.
But you know I could be a part of your weekend,
or whenever you find you have the time.
So here’s to a second glance? It’s your second chance,
cause maybe it’s true love you’ll find.
I open the door for you.
Yeah, I know I’m cute.
You’re Gorgeous. I’m Naïve.
Welcome to the story.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem