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Me, But what about her?

They say she does, but
I�m scare, would I open
My self like I did it once again,
Fall into that horrible dry pain in my stomach,
Yes I am, I�m terrified by you.

Stoned by this thoughts,
No letting me be, or see,
Eros, finish with this,
Erase this unfaithful thoughts,
They need to, let me have a life.

The past stabbing me,
On my back, so I don�t forget,
Stabbing cupid�s approach,
Killing him, before he even
Contact me. Not this time.

I want, he wants,
Mind, the last one on deciding
Who gets the passport stamp
With a visa.

You, I look at you, I question my self still,
You look at me, and blush,
Sleep in the wave, admiring me, forgetting about you,
She look at me with her heart,
And me, I look at her again, with the
Interrogatory sign,
Wasting time.

Wasting time to love,
While she wants to come with me
Over sea, no worrying, no carrying,
Leaving the past, leaving the past
That wound her. Me
I still bring the past, to the present
Protecting me, but hurting her.
Been egoistic.

SENA