The more I hear your voice the more you sound familiar, the more you talk the more I wonder who is you, now am asking myself what is happening? The more I reflect, the more my heart falls for you, the more I listen to your laugh the more I let go of my past. The more I get closer to you the more I trust you with my heart. The more I cry alone the more I realize she is the past and you are the present and the future.
