Serial Killer

<br>there i was, walking up to you when you turned away. you just turned and you`re holding<br>another`s hand, but you won`t even turn to look my way, so i touch the windown<br>pane. i can feel your face. i can feel your lips. i can feel your arms, but to<br>you i don`t even exist. if only you knew how much i wanted to be with you, you<br>crush me with your smile.... *