When you talk about dreams
And am still missing the Laughter..
The cries and all the screams...
And I miss how you make me look
Confused and afraid at the same time
I miss your face...
Your freak words..
And the meanings that we're not supposed to share..
I miss your stupid look...
And the black hat of sunning days..
I miss the troubles u was in....
And I miss u...in a strange way..
You may not believe me when I say...
That I walk to school every morning....
Expecting that you're coming...
But you're never there....
Maybe because we're not at the same one...
But am still waiting that you come!
And when i sign in to my count
I look for your e-mail or some comments..
But ...
- Even if u may not believe it-
I don't find u...
Maybe because I deleted u from my list...
Can u believe...that after all that..
I love the stupid rock songs...
And I listen to cold play..Like a fan
Well Am not smart...but...
I know that this is not me...it just not
So...now you know..
That I'm missing u...
And the way u treat me too..
I started missing u..
After I lost your face features
And I'm hardly missing u...
Into this lack of feelings...
Now I'm tired...waiting for " meeting "u..
In some where real more than my dreams