And where I put all this desire to embrace you
The pillow does not bench anymore, like fat
I scratch my head and I can not stop imagining you
How hard do we wait?
I compose the stanzas in the bathroom in the kitchen and in the dining room
An orange juice on the piano
The open door of my heart
And I can not stop thinking how far you'll be these days
I can not disguise I do not have makeup of joy
Mask
And I'm already scratching myself to the ear
I am allergic to loneliness
What a crazy thing about the couple
I can not think of anything more real
There's nothing in the refrigerator
I approach the device to the bed
In focus the cinema of overcoming
I choke with veins and with words
Then I'll finish with the song
I'm done with the adventure view
That alone and cold is the room
I set fire to fantasies
The smoke comes out of my heart
And I can not stop thinking how far you'll be these days
I can not disguise I do not have makeup of joy, mask
Ma, yes, I'm going old
Bye??????
Only among all we can make this a better place :)