It's 3:50 in the mourning and I am alone,
I promised many things
but I feel I am unable to succeed.

I can't sleep so I blame you,
You... For your beautiful physique,
You... For your tempting eyes,
You... For your complete trust in my crazy.

I promised to hold you and never let go,
Yet here I am at 3:55 in the mourning alone,
I Love You,

But I am not holding you
So I will make one more promise
One that I will not break.

I will hold you close to my heart and to my mind,
So that you are never alone,
Even if we are thousands of miles away.

It's early in the mourning and I have now made a promise,
One that I can not break,
why?

Isn't it obvious,
Because I can not sleep and that makes me loopy,
But I still love you.

And I will hold you close.