Tight lips, shaking voice,
The words are tight inside my throat,
The poor me, couldn't belive that for every beginning there is an end!
And waiting and planted a seed that would never been planted.
Defeated, I witnessed her freedom!
There is no second that my breathing isn't stopped.
There is no minute that I want to die.
There is no hour that I feel nostalgic.
There is no day that I give up waiting.
And there is no night that my dream isn't taken.
There is no week that my consciousness isn't killing me!
My thoughts escape in places that I never stepped.
My heart like a clock, the item is stacked and stops everytime you are not here.
Am tired of myself,
I am tired of this damn agony,
I am withered from thirst, for her eyes, her voice!
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