With words as love, I feel how something gets among us, but it is not a bridge in which I put myself in, its a wall I decide to not jump. Whenever your voice becomes a lullaby, I want to change of song.
If you come home to meet me, what you feel aren't my lips, its how good loneliness kiss.

Other girls, other hips, why are u so attached to my skin?

Looking at you I realize relationship are tough, cuz I want what I do not desire and what I do, its **** gone.

Define me what loyalty is to you, may Ive break ur trust the way you've done at beginning: Dear, if lies is what you give me proud makes me confess I may not  be seeing other guys but in my heart you have never been the one. So who have sin the most?

You can make your road to my bed, undress me under moon light, bite me until I could possible bleed but my blood would not be visible, see, I'm already dry. Having my body will certify you are not capable to know me, you will not realize how passion affects me cuz I'm not even writing about you; this is about me.
Words to you is equal to write no one.

Sometimes I feel a lot of pressure over my heart, it becomes tinner and tinner till I doubt it could feed my body all. That tiny is my voluntee to be yours, and that pressure its my own product.

Au revoir, I'll be waiting moment I could say everything its okay cuz somethings are just meant to be.