Asthmatic

Try to write a letter to express everything you feel, maybe you will heal the
emptiness inside your soul
How many nights you pass, how many thougths you lost, how many friends you
count behind
Could it be my mind? Could it be my mind? Would you be mine?
Don’t go away, do you like to play? I don’t blame, but just don’t try to fake
Last Sunday I woke up with a flu do knowing you weren’t sleeping at my side
Unfortunately I can’t contaminate, your new ideas with my old dates,
my old graves, rapes, from the ones you care a lot
Pain, rise into my head, from my half-domesticated lung, and your love lock my
traquea, and I’ll die with you inside
Don’t go away, do you like to play? I don’t blame, but just don’t try to fake
Don’t go away, Don’t go away, Don’t go away, Don’t go away