You're watching me. Sitting there at the corner of the room,
leaning your head backwards but your eyes look forward...
you're watching me. And from the corner of my eyes I can see
your deep, dark eyes following every movement I make. I
can't run away cos your gaze will follow; I can't look at
you cos you won't look away.
You're still watching me. I pretend to be in a different
world, I pretend to be interested in my friend's words and
deep in thought... but I know what you're doing. I know
you're watching me... and I know you know it as well.
I can feel your eyes on me. Wandering all over my figure, my
body, my face... reading my expressions and my features.
Understanding my feelings, reading my minds... trying to get
to know me when you don't. Trying to get a closer glimpse of
me with your eyes locked on me.
So you're watching me. And I get nervous... I feel my legs
start to shake. I fight my will to look back at you, fight
this awkward feeling. I can't... I pass you without even
looking at you but still noticing your eyes still on me.
We're five inches apart and you're still looking at me.
I feel like screaming. I feel like telling you how nervous
you make me feel sometimes... if only I knew you I would.
But I don't. We're complete strangers most of the time...
but what makes us understand each other so well when our
looks cross? What makes me like you when I don't even know
the real you?
My friend pulls me aside and you're out of my sight. I
struggle the will to go back and feel your eyes on me
again... I fail. I go back and succumb to your addictive
eyes. I close my eyes as I get closer to you, I try to push
your image away but when I reopen my eyes you're still
there. You're still watching me.
It doesn't help either when I manage to get into a different
room. I sit down and I close my eyes but soon feel your
presence close... you're here. You follow me inside, you sit
down at the other side of the room but you're still watching
me.
You're watching me. Sitting there at the corner of the room,
leaning your head backwards but your eyes look forward...
you're watching me. You're watching me.