Wishing 19 was never not a dream.

Tired of Dying = Near or Far without U scares me to not take these fears away and explores the I.
Tried to pick up the phone, but I failed not wanted to hear my howlings of this hard goodbyes.

Wishing your eyes on I = Wanting U with mine
Kills me growing apart = Making I, the heart outgrows of U
Kills feels like sleeping with nothing to ease U and theses Blues

Wanting = U & I will be weary
U& I = Only Wanting to be.. Wanting to be like my little pocket diary.