Being with you
made me understand
That I am nothing without you
That I am affraid to go mad
for not knowing what to do
with myself
I miss you so much
that even when you are not here
that even when I feel cold
I talk alone to your weak voice,
as weak as I am
And I see that
You don't miss me, I know
You hurt me for pleasure
Who are you who have burst into our
lives?
What right do you have to show me your wounds?
She is so strong, unlike you
Why don't you leave for a while and turn back again
You know that I die of fear.
May it be that you became another one, that I don't know?
Why don't you hug me and ask me to be fine?
You attitude is so weak
Your weep grows stronger and in your skin
I see my reflection among many doubts
And I'm so eager waiting that you tell me "Come to me"