I hate to see when the train moves away and see your tears fall on the sidewalk if there is no destination just feel that I love when I see the end of Via sorry that I die Miles in my head want to have you become I do not mind having to suffer sometimes in order to see I need to feel in my heat without you becomes siendote cold honest I do not want to settle feel about not wanting it further apart. Ire up where needed just to be with you so I do not give up and follow this road but there are obstacles may stand nothing can stop us nothing is strong enough. Live hoping a three-way round but Why you try to f** me? Do not you realize that in my story, just send it? And also me and you are not welcome in our story of two Thou shalt not grow pain do not get a lament are responsible that my time goes slowly scratched me all over and nothing at once, but I love every second, every hour and every month more and more ... Discussions distance hurt much more of what appear to be converted. I look forward to that sand clock live off the days down until time stand to part no never ever and not have to go this route anymore. My punishment will be time, distance, distancing know I'm not lying when I say I love you, I can not see every day but if my thought that if I'm honest I do not get out of here for a moment ... Because of her I have to imagine, Watching you in photos, months, hours minutes every second is valuable, for her separate hearts are broken in pieces But neither distance nor time will be with us ... (bis) And yes, I'm almost always silent distrust olles my beats in the distance you carry in my heart you have their keys nothing can separate us and besides you never know. Everything is against us unless the bu*terflies, the stars and the sky pink dresses. I have to take every second with you for after a via our separate ways for later re-join, Why?, I do not ... f**! I never want to mourn! Here's impatience seizes me every day dream to be awake with you always, making our plans in the near future you and I, alone, holding hands Midweek always hope to be a Friday and take the train to take me to see you, I hate Mondays but not work if not take the train to Three days before he brought me. We are separated but united by our heartbeats share a via, destination sky ... The distance, time, not favor us but the distance is narrowing because our love grows. The time is eternal, the distance poison you and I scream loud because we need to see us. I mock the time, spitting out the miles, dry tears, stop being sad to be happy far away ...? I want to go away, but you and to leave the burden of the d**h penalty in this paper. Calls, messages increase the desire to shorten a deadline the urge to kiss you to give you a hug. I wish I could tell you not to expect that nothing will separate us that the past left behind ... Because of her I have to imagine, watching you in photos, months hours minutes every second is valuable, for her separate hearts are broken in pieces But neither distance nor time will be with us ... (bis) The distance ... is what stands between us there is a way I'm going to go to be with you ... The distance ...