I never sang my songs.
On the stage, on my own 
I never said my words, 
wishing they would be heard. 
I saw you smiling at me, 
was it real or just my fantasy. 
You'd always be there in the corner, 
of this tiny little bar. 
My last night here for you? 
Same old songs, just once more. 
My last night here with you? 
Maybe yes, maybe not. 
I kind of liked it your way, 
how you shyly placed your eyes on me.
Oh, did you ever know? 
That I had mine on you.