Prologue

You are like a book that I tried to read
I look at your face, forming the text
I might dare to start it out
But it’s hard to give in
Oh dear, why did you come into my sight?
Did you have a story to tell that I never knew well?
Haven’t I already understood enough about you?
Did you know that we could be close
That day in the same bus
From the time I did not exist in you
You are like a forecast I can not predict
In the midst of - winter sky don’t you show your shine
I don’t even wanna know
don’t think I will know
Oh, how come you kept me so insecure
Did you have a story to tell that I never knew well?
Haven’t I already understood enough about you?
Did you know that we could be close
That day in the same bus
From the time I did not exist in you
Maybe I only have read the prologue of you instead
Would it be different if I’ve read to the end