Today I read a book about love and pain, And remembered me about you again, I felt too much pain in my head, That I stayed all day in my bed. It hurts me how painful it was for me, And how I see the world now, after reading, I'm not longer free like I used to be, My inside scars are now bleeding. My horrible life is in that painful book, So perfectly written, so hard to look, I'm your dreamer, I'm your poet, And you are my perfect muse. You are so beautiful and kind, But you are so wrong and blind, How could you not see the love in my eyes? Why you tell to your heart only lies? I wrote to you love letters and poems, And you create to me only problems, I don't know what is in your mind, But I will not forget you, 'cause you were with me so kind. I will not stop to love you and care, I will continue to love you, I swear, Even if you didn't loved me, Because I want the real me to be. And I will be, because of you...