I’m sound but out of my mind
I can see but I’m blind
There is nowhere to run
For love have no prevention.
And die for your attention.
I could write a libraby of books
Of how many dreams I had of you
Or bear the weight of skies in my back
Just to show what I’m capable to do.
I won’t deny it
You’re the earth, the heaven, the air I breath
But awaiting you is drowing me
Will it take too long until I meet my death?