Do not ask me how I feel this time I am dying, very slowly on the inside this is sick is an addiction for I have lost count of the time I see your face in my dreams, and salt from them today w

In the silence of the night a tear of blood flows since you left I'm not the same something in me has died with you I miss you today, I need you tell me medicine, I can now take. It sickens m

looking at your eyes I can find the way in which I had to lose I followed a star to a spring where you saw me coming and I saw you mourn do not close your eyes and tell me the truth di speaks fro