YoU PRObably think that im a player,when you see in my dark eyes of the act,
you probably think that im not reall,that im just some copy of your desirebul love.
Every time i want to call you,you dont answer to your phone,is like you want to play me,
in other game of the humans mind.
And when you anser me,you say that you will call me back in a hury,but here is no call from you,
just silent melody in the air of my room
waitting for your call to interrupt it.
And i ask you one more time, whos the player in this rhyme?