• As I walk through the moonlight park,
    and hear them through this dreary dark.
    I want to know if you may be,
    the person that is meant for me.
    As i ponder this all night,
    i doubt that you might.
    Wondering to who you you might ask,
    i'm rhyme to the person in a mask.
    Hiding behind it this whole time,
    and never seem to get online.
    I hate that you've hurt me once more,
    though i must not be a bore.
    I will leave you now,
    though i still wonder how.