I could write a library 'bout you

...what we have never been

Did you know I loved you?

Did you at least realized I liked you? Sure you did...

Sure, I'm pretty sure.

I would never know, even if I ask you

Now It's too late for us

Later, maybe.

Yeah, maybe. Future.

Suicide, succes, delay, death,

decadence, you...Oh, yeah, you

Fuck again.

Today,

I remembered you, laughing

like the air

Crying

You were there, behind

a memory of mine

My own property

I loved you, I knew it

But now,

Why is there now instead of us?

Can't keep on waiting....

You will have never read this note.

Fuck