"hey, where's your driver?"
you ask me but still smiling
sometimes i wondered
if you still have some problems in life
"he can't make it so i'm waiting for a cab"
you're always smiling
it's always real
unlike mine
its always fake
"i'll drive you home. wait here"
you smiled then run as fast as you can
if i can control my heart
i want it to be you
you're an ideal type
but i can't
i can't...