IT STINKS TO BE WITHOUT YOU

WANT TO TOUCH YOU

RATHER, I DIE FOR THAT

WANT TO GIVE YOU A BODY

AND DESPERATE FOR NOT ACHIEVE IT,

I SUFFER ALONE

I JUST DONT HAVE YOU

I NEED YOUR HUG

AND FEEL YOU IN MY BODY

TO BE HAPPY.

TODAY I AM SAD, BECAUSE I DONT HAVE YOU AGAIN

AM I LIKE A BROKEN NOVEL

THAT LOST HIS PAGES

WHILE LIVE A FANTASY

AND WEEPING ON KNEES;

BECAUSE SHE IS (I AM) FEELING UNHAPPY IN HER (MY) SCHIZOPHRENIA,

SHE IS (I AM) ALONE AND WITHOUT A WALL

THAT PROTECT (ME) FROM THE LIES

MAKING ALL ALOT WORST.