I would give you everything:
My mind, my body... Even my soul.
And I don't think they could understand.
"You're so stupid" they say. They say I'm your slave.
Well, I'm not. Like I said: they don't understand the reason - or the reasons - or nothing at all.
I don't think that anybody feels the way I do about you. There are so many things I would like to say to you, but I don't know how. I'm losing, but that doesn't mean I'm lost... And I'm not, anymore. I know what I want from you, now. I guess I always did, deeply.
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be.
Everything - sooner or later - is over, and I just don't wanna miss you. But I do. Can't you tell? Of course you do, you just don't care, at all.
You don't need to talk, at all: I can hear your thoughts and read your eyes.
I see you as you are, not as you seem to be.