May I confess something?
I think you've got me moping.
Now this is not normal,
I do not always spend my time thinking,
Hoping for something formal.
I usually run to the sidelines,
Waiting for something better to come by.
It sad that I've been noting,
That I may be slowly,
With no breaks falling.
Not from the sky,
Or from the deep blue of your eyes.
I've been letting my heart fall very slowly,
And I can't forget as much as my heart tries,
That I've been falling,
And now you've got me moping.