Desperate

There are other people

Perfect than you

Better than you

Nicer than you

Richer than you

Good looking than you

But I just consider you as my Perfect Man

Why though?

Except you

I just can't see others

You make me smile

You make me cry

You make me hopeful

You make me hopeless

But I can't get your love

There is a lucky woman outside

Caught your whole concentration

Caught your feeling

And your heart

I was like a clown

Thinking of how to make you smile

But you won't give me any

The lucky woman got everything from you

But she couldn't see you either

You are the apple in my eye

But I'm just nothing in your mind

You cried for her

Your emotion changed for her

But you won't do anything for me

Why though...