dear tiami...

Obsessed but unattached,
that's how life seems to bend
I know all about him,
when he's high to when he runs out of steam.
It's crazy cause every time it hurts,
Also partly because I ain't the one he trusts.

It would be easier if I understood it,
it would be easier if I knew how to work this "gift".
I mean why me?
Why can't the answer for once simply be plain to see?
It's crazy because every time it hurts,
Also partly because the story still is a blank spot.

I guess its because of his blood,
Maybe that's why I was called.
It's a weak point I have I know,
It's one I try so hard not to show.
It's crazy because every time it hurts,
And yet I can never see where exactly it cuts!

i do wish I could figure all this out.
Either that, or he would come about.
I do know how nicely it all plays in my head,
Us together as friends until the end.
But that for now remains a fantasy,
Something I might almost never see.
So for now, I want it to be clear though,
So its is known how my problem flows:
I truly am obsessed but unattached,
I need help, or I might soon get crazy and have my mind trashed...

So Tiami, do help fast...

...Deep down inside...

Deep down inside, I know its there.

Deep down inside, this I can't share.

Every night I fight to keep it down,

Sometimes I win, sometimes I end up being the clown.

Some days it'd be gone, or seem gone.

But then I know right back, it'd come once am alone.

I can't cry no more

Maybe 'av run out at the core.

The smiles are all a farce.

Fine, some do trully pass.

Each day I spend with one wish at the back of my mind.

Each day though, ain't no more one of a kind.

Today once again, Mi feels far away.

Today I have the urge once again to say:

Deep down inside I'm sad and feel the pain.

Deep down inside, I wish someone will come set me free...

cuando usted se minas....

me gustaría podía volar, Mosca lejos, lejos de aquí, dejar este mundo solitaria, y todos sus cuentos y recuerdos tristes detrás.Si él aquí, yo estaría todos mejor. Si él aquí, estoy seguro de que vida no sentirse como un melodrama o farsa!

Siempre sabía cuándo y cómo the mi sonrisa. El derecho violencia párr creo, el derecho cosas that the. Él sabía cuándo párr cuando dejar hablar y hablar. Es fácil libre alrededor de él. Vida siempre ha tenido un sol resplandeciente y una constante brisa, incluso en una estación lluviosa húmedo día!

me encanta él. Su ojos, sus oídos, su voz. La forma en que él ríe, la forma en que conversaciones. La forma en que él se mueve, las cosas que hace! Su el sentimiento más yo siempre digo, el darndest cosa de todos!

... pero quién es... sólo veo él en mis sueños, y desea para él en mi mente. A veces se siente que está en todas partes, soy, me mantener girando a ver si yo le captura. otras veces, parece que yo conocía desde un mundo diferente... Para cuando llega a mí en mi drams y me hace sonreír, cuando él me hace sentir liek el mundo trully puede ser un lecho de rosas, y que tiene que ir, él siempre dice las cosas fueron mejor cuando se le fueron mina...

This is mi...

Its a mystery I must confess,

this tale am about to tell.

Its a story with distress,

Tells how she rose and how she fell.

Its not a tale I like or know how to tell,

So bare with me if usted no entiende...

She is special- so she was told,

Eccentric, unfortunately, not so bold.

She had a smile to give,

And a heart upon which love lived.

She listened to it all,

the good, the bad, the ugly, in one ball!

Let me tell you the tale about this girl,

in who's eyes you see what you wanted to see,

in whose mind she is what she truly wants to be.

Behind that smile, yes, there is a heart of gold,

yet still behind the smile is a world of cold.

Let me tell you about she,

who hides it all from the world to let life be.

She gave up on total joy a while back,

she resigned to the fact that that too, she would for now lack.

Off the joy of others she feeds,

and for this reason, in them she plants happy seeds.

So in laughter she laughs with them,

and in tears, her pain is twice the same.

I cannot successfully tell you all about she,

for even I know not what that be.

A complex-web some call her,

a pleasant mystery, with none before her.

I wish I could let you in her world,

So you may see and not only hear my word.

The X's she loves, and them too she fears

If only she would let down her cares.

But once she tried and broke his heart,

She couldn't help it, and thats a fact.

So now when she knows, she runs quite far away!

Far and fast before he finds something to say.

For now the sun sets, and I must go,

For in the dark her horrors blow,

doomed to plague her ever waked soul.

Sometimes she is free, Sometimes she finds relief.

For total relief from her past she seeks to find,

A past that reoccurs and hunts her for years undefined.

The time has come and so I must be gone,

for this is all she would will me say and I am now done.

I know you do not understand her and that is fine.

But she does you and knows where, for your understanding,s he'd draw the line.

To the world she still remains an easy complex,

To the world she still lives in her facade of emotional success,

And thus she shall remain until her true conquest....

Am a star in their world,

But a bird still out in the cold.

With a voice the X's die for,

and a smile Y's crave for....

i am a joy to my Father,

A gem trying to run no farther...

...this is mi...