He is a beautiful guitar player,
His lyrics could make you speechless and bring you to tears,
He brings you in with his stunning pale green eyes,
And unblemished silky voice never once breaking,
He strums his weapon of choice,
His pale wooded acoustic,
And you turn to look his way,

You see through her,
She looks like every other girl in a hooded sweat shirt,
Like a pair of old blue jeans,
Warn and common,
She doesn’t have very many friends.
Nobody knows her name,
As if anyone cares,

But for some reason,
The handsome guitar player,
Fell in love with that invisible girl,
Just another face in the crowd,
And he noticed her,
Now he sings her songs that he wrote for her,
In the corner of his bed room,
They’re in love,
And nobody knows why,