song for you.

i am walking alone along the street,

thinking about what you've said.

i have never felt like this before,

i never really do.

with a cigarette in my hand,

i am thinking about you.

you never know how much i missed you.

you never know how much i will love you.

i miss you.

i love you.

- he says.

this is not the first and the last time that i am going to tell you that i love you.

you hold my hands,

while i am standing here.

pull me towards you.

when i am with you,

i don't see anyone,

just you.

a beauty.
an infinite one.
love.

- he says.

i am another number that isn't equal to any of you.

i am a slave,

i am a master.

i am all,

but what am i?

just another number that isn't equal to any of you.

yes,

i control,

but i comply.

they're listening,

counterfeiting.

lie to me again,

go ahead.

would be pleased,

to know how you followed your orders so well.

i wonder.

tell me again, 

how are you tortured.

does it seems that it is dressed in all of you?

stretched across your fame?

or better yet,

shame?

- he asks.

hide in the corner of the room.

i'd like to say,

that you're on my mind.

so i phoned you.

it's hard to believe that i dreamt of you.

dear pretty girl,

take me down with you.

respect is the word she shouts.

she speaks her mind,

not me,

as i was just speaking freely but with deep meanings,

as i implore her.

interrupt me once more,

and i'd kiss you until you'd sway with me.

- he says.

amazing, just the way you are.

you are an ivory, 

a wire,

and a pearl.

because you are pretty down to your bones.

not because how you want to make-up,

or trying to shape up.

when you dress me in the dreams you made,

you are the keeper.

you're the neck of the bottle that i am living.

i love you because you came to my show.

you tagged along with me in this tiresome paper dreams.

i never want any one else,

would never do.

and i would lie down for my cause,

i love you.

you moved in slow motion,

techni-color dreams,

you strummed the strings inside me,

you moved in your own way.

there is a murmur of your love inside.

and i love you.

- he says.

she's there.

all i need to stay alive,

is the present of the world, 

and you.

never found a species of your kind.

everybody was kind of the same.

i never asked for anything more,

but you were a painting of grand.

see the birds in the sky,

and she hides.

all i need to make the night alive,

is you.

we'd hide under the cover,

and tell each other bed time stories.

picture this,

all i want to do is to place flowers on the cover,

all i want to do is to make the night alive,

for us.

- he says.

there is.

do you care if i don't know what to say?

will you think of me before you go to sleep?

this is useless,

these white and green pills used to be kind.

i have given a lot of thought on to the nights we used to have.

i wish i could just lay down next to you and tell you that i love you.

but you swear you love me more.

do you care if i don't know what to say?

will you think of me before you go to sleep?

those notes you wrote me,

i wish i could keep it all.

i have given a lot of thought,

on how to write to you back.

everything that i wrote will be a hidden message,

telling about how a boy loves a girl.

- he says.

she.

 i have always wanted the girl of my dreams.

but truthfully, 

she if far more better,

she is real.

love.

- he says.