I know you might not believe it, but all of this are my words... Some of them are way too mawkish, some maybe sound like a broken chords... I wake up in my bed again alone - day starts at the darkest side... But, running its end, it immediately turns into the lightest night... Through all this day since the morning I've had no chance just to talk to you... I've been too busy at work with fucking shit I've just had to do... And when I came after work at home, all I thought "I just need to rest"... "To take my dinner and go to sleep" was what I thought I could do the best... Then even scary and stupid idea of "you ain't there" reached my mind... But I stepped up on the throats of my phobias and left em all behind... I found a thought "you're exciting" that has been hiding too deep in me... I even make it my motto, the only feed that is feeding me... Now I'ma posting comments on your note, inspired by your fancy look... Then taking a look at your pictures and it cause verve to take new loop... You give a loose to my tongue, all, from tequila to brandy, can't... A conversation between us seems, like I enter in hurricane... And I would be fucking idiot if I ever tried to escape... Or built the wall against wind or took umbrella against those rain... The second verse starts here, there was supposed to be the hook in between... But I've had no decent option, so let's think that it bounced off the rim... Returning me back to real, finding in dreams in which I was lost... Had no plan, I filled it with what I felt, when its line was composed... Now it looks like hurricane Irene though it began as a simple whirl... Some days ago I cracked some jokes and you angered, I like your temper, girl... Next time you felt yourself badly enough as if spring became a fall... And I stepped back, ain't disturbing you, no, I don't back down at all... I said those words all in front of you not to deny them once I get stopped... Even if you sometime say otherwise, I know it ain't a time to give up... Even when hear your "ain't nice as it seems" cause I do not care "who you ain't"... Ain't bad or ain't good at all: there're no sinners, there're no saint... I feel some rivals, some nervous, but I don't care what those fellows did... I do my best just to be with you, honey, I ain't jealous, indeed... You've got your own personality, I can say it, "I love the way you are"... The only I care about is who you are to me, who you become... So, baby, make me move to the right or make me move to the left... I definitely go straight up to you, cuz you are the all i have... All I have in this world... Now dreaming of the happy eyes of her... Watching at me with such gentle look... and I hold my breath... You are all I have... All I have in this world... Now dreaming of the happy eyes of her... Watching at me with such gentle look... and I hold my breath... You are all I have... "All I had", shoulda say, maybe I shoulda sit down and think about All the things I should never forget about: Happy days of the Happiest month I've ever lived through Sunny days, late in March, early in April - it's true, I have seen never before - only the snow or the wind Until this, but now it seems like you just flirt with me, nymph All of my hopes were just dashed, but there ain't no one I accuse The fault's entirely mine, but I ain't looking for an excuse Did the shit, but what to do - it represents me the best Right when I'm like a lunatic, going from the East to the West Following the Sun, seeking for the answers named "Love" But all of my mesmeric "Don't Stop", I realize, "Ain't enough" Right when it happens, it strikes, and it surely hurts It opens up old wounds much more than all of the words The so-called "Fate" uses to write a script of my life describing all of those sweets of the life that I was deprived Throwing me down at seeking out this metaphorical light In this line I'm defeated because of you. Ain't it right? But I completely got rid of those thoughts, turning black into white. Why all those empty words, really?? Just know, you were all I had in my life...