Unscipted

People always ask me why
I never make a girl mine and try
But I gave them reasons which were alibis
They believed me and I would give a sigh

I would never repeat what I have done
To a girl whom my love I never shown
I may have never asked why
But I think I made her cry

I was so selfish back then
Where me, myself and I always happen
All I did before was according to my script
Something stupid that I hate to admit

All the girls I love before
Were passersby and nothing more
Now I start to begin a new chapter
A new life to begin with I prefer

Since I saw the light that would make me change
And I love to look at her in every range
I would never consider her as a passerby
Because I want to be with her until I die...