may I.

 may I ask you something
 why are you always ready to be hurt?
 why so absent minded?
 do you know what it is turning to?
 & if one day they stop loving you 
 would they lie to you?
 may I tell you something?
 you don’t know yourself
 you just wish you did, 
 well, no matter what I say 
 it’s a pity that the rain 
 still touch your head when you stay in
 after all one day you’ll make
yourself understand
 & I will know for sure
 what’s going on inside your head