Cueball Princess Anonymous
A look and captived
-sudden endorphine rush, making me high
Her beauty – attractive,
take a deep breath, just an internal sigh.
Standing in front of her,
can’t pretend coolness or even say a word.
Imaging a tender
innocent kiss, her turn-away hurts.
Chorus:
Am I flying, or just dying,
-seems I can’t figure out at all.
What’s this confusion in my head?
-feels I’m about to take the fall!
Alone in the nights,
depressions and doubts, but the pain's bittersweet.
Caressing her soft skin in my dreams,
oh, why can’t I simply stay asleep?!
Chorus
Next time that we meet
- nervous, childish helpless, like the very first time.
No more self confidence
But I hear her sweet voice and my heart begins to shine…
