I am the one whom you cuddled 17 years ago
I am the one who counted you as my guardian...

They told me about it when I was young
They told me its there in every song...

I was yours to have
And you were always mine...

It all started there
long years ago...

Autumn,
rustic and grey...

I think you lead me to
the verge of insanity...

Just lean on me,
when you are left with only few...

Is it hard to love me ?
Is it hard to forgive me...

10 that was my age when I first met him
9 was the number of times I got in troubles with...

I write, because you
exist. My pen was born on...

Everywhere we look is empty..spacey..
with no hope..dreams...

Come dance with me
on white sands until...