Don't eat, don't eat..
I was perfect before you came, but, you came and destroyed me. You're so cold to me... when we're together, is just the cruel silence... you're cruel. But... I can't live without you anymore, even with you hurting me, i want look into your eyes everyday... hear your voice and see your bittersweet smile, and just see you, as always. I wanted to tell you about that feeling, but i'm scared. So, i'm just living as always, just with you by my side without you know about my feelings for you. I wond...
"loving you is a suicide" "then, you're a suicidal?"
And now my eyes just follow you from afar through my window ... It's painful, just observe from afar without being able to even touch you, but at least this way, I can still see you, and sometimes even see your smile again.
And the pain is the only thing left for me since you left me.
Every rainy day, I remember the sound of your guitar accompanied by the smell of cigarettes, and your sweet melancholy voice, whispering sweet things to me.
And you were like a thin glass, fragile... which both took care not to have a crack, but in the end you ended up breaking, breaking into several fragments of pain, my pain.
I miss everything in you, but
I miss until of your smell, a unique fragrance... a blend of the smell of your cigarettes, your leather jacket and coffee.
[...] And your smile had traces of loneliness, your eyes were deep and cold, but your expression at that moment was just of a lonely child, I wanted to wrap you in my arms at that moment.
Even my coffee is bitter without you.
Everything is fine, but i'm sad.
But at least in my dreams, I still see your smile.
And even when you smile, your eyes were sad.