Every time you passed by without knocking,
I wept like a kid.
Every time you passed by without noticing,
I cried, I did.
Whenever you did knock,
I know I could never smile.
I acted rude and stoned.
I was mad all this while.
I am mad even now, and still
I wish it every time you pass by
that you could knock on my door;
that you could say a hi.