people liked to stare and talk. they have a lot of words in their own books. words pure of fantasies and fiction. factual and distinction of facts and false description. they talk a lot when we walk or when I talk. they cry a lot when they hear, words they wanna hear, words that they know can hurt but they didnt care. just you and me.
people will talk believe me
but in my eyes, I will always see
nothing else, no one else
but us and me
whatever they talk about
today, tommorow or yesterday
it's always you I'll dream about
who cares about what others say, anyway?