There are so many things
I want to know about you
How many sugars do you like in your coffee?
How would you like your bread to be done?
Do you like peanut butter or jam or both?
How would you like your eggs to be cooked?
And, do you snore?
When you're around
There's so much things to tell
But, words always fail me
Simple conversations
Seems to be more convenient
than talking about
The things in my mind
When you're gone
Its too late to ask
I wished I can say
I'm not bothered
I wished I can
Not remember a thing
I wished I had know
More about you
