when will it be love
Why do you keep looking at me like this,
 as if I was some sort of beast?
Stop looking at me this wayÂ
Stop avoiding my eyes, my shapesÂ
You can’t escape my grasp,Â
You can’t escape my sight.
You can avoid every mirrors, but this way you’ll always despiseÂ
What you see, what you feelÂ
When will you stop looking at me like this?Â
Instead of fighting, why don’t we try to kiss?












