Asti, be mine
Being gay is no crime...

You are my favorite friend
In the whole wide world...

Walk around
Not quite floating...

Four years are gone,
A bad habit returning...

If I took a chance,
Didn’t let the moment pass...

I love the way you grin
The way your whole face smiles when you're glad...

Half a year has passed
Since I first loved you...

Though I long to tell you
And have you welcome me...

The thought grows steady in my head
As the days are whipped away from us...

Pain and suffering
Is kept inside of us...

Tears and rain flow down my cheeks,
As I stumble toward his broken body...

I'll end this obsession
No doubt and no question...