I'm breathing aloud, with closed eyes,
and the dropping rain, as cold as ice,
while thinking of you, wanting your kiss,
your touch and your smile I really miss.
As the cold rain, washes my face,
I'm staring at the sky, at blank space,
Where have you gone? What have I done?
Who, really, have you become?
Do you think of me through lonely days?
Do you really care about what she says?
Whoever said that I'm too young
You can't stop something that never begun.
