Take my hand and stay right next to me
To feel you close so i can last to be...

Think about the memories
And the living things...

How many problems were you involved?
Most of them harder to be solved...

Would you miss me?
My plane is right there...

I stand our of your home
Looking through the window...

When i started of being writing
I told to myself that was so easy...

What makes a writer a writer
Write things with love and sense...

I don't know how to start
Or maybe how to say...

And i was there
Breathing so fast...

You left me for no reason
I felt like a knife on my chest...

Letting me like if i didn't exist
Is what i deserved from a friend...

How can i be saved from
Fears, nightmares like you being gone...