What you will

What I will

Where’d you go?

I can’t say,
I just went

I don’t understand you

What’s to understand?
We’re the same

Yeah, But I don’t understand you

I wish I understood myself
Then maybe I could understand you
Why, then, you hide away when I call you beautiful

What would you do?

I don’t have to worry about that
Most girls like to be told they are

I’m not like most girls

So I’ve noticed.