I am usually one who knows what kind of person you are when I meet you for the first time.
I can see it in the way you move, how you look at other people, the way you dress, with the very own eyes of mine.
But it's not the same with you, I can't figure you out.
Neither do I want to give you the benefit of the doubt.
I don't know how you do it, keeping your identity concealed.
But I'm not going to get a good nights sleep unless it's out on the table, all revealed.
But until I get the rest I deserve, I have to stand in the dark and observe.