• i sit in my room
    staring at a picture
    of you
    each glance taking
    my breath away
    and
    still my time is low
    each day killing me more
    every minute without you
    to take my breath away
    is my time put to waste
    with a ring
    going tick talk
    tick talk
    my life at a spiral
    but like all
    just an illusion
    to confuse
    but has a end
    even though
    my life slows
    from the pain
    of having no ego
    to hold
    no shoulder to cry
    no arms for warmth
    so i sit alone
    in the dark
    with your pic
    crying and writing
    my silent symphony
    my music alive
    my words ablaze
    my power only there
    but then on the 13th
    truly my day
    the day i die
    and comeback
    to life
    and so i wait
    for your help
    to tip this
    glass and start anew
    for me
    and for you
    ...........
    i still wish to dance this dance
    to waltz the endless waltz
    in your arms
    for i am weak
    even though
    i seem strong
    but
    my heart is in control
    and now i know
    my way
    ma cherir ange
    so till that day
    you picture
    will
    take my
    breath
    away