You think that I didn't see you
Through the crack of your door,
Running around on the flour.
Striate to your bed, now you're sleeping.
You think that I didn't felt you
And the tear that you shed.
One more tear in my head,
Striate to my heart, as it should.

And when I go alone,
I don't know why it is,
But I think of you.

I think that I don't believe you
When I ask you what's wrong
And you smile and pretend to be strong.
You can lean on me. I love you.
You think that I didn't see you
And today you are right,
But I will dream of you in the night.
Take notice of that, sub-concise.

When I will go alone,
I don't know why it is,
But I will think of you.

You and I.
Take notice of that.