YOU.
Look, I'm so confused about my feelings. Hey, I don't know, what's wrong with me, ha? Screw my feelings. Screw myself.
But... You know what? I don't know why exactly. Why I feel this way. Maybe it's just words which going through my mouth, maybe. But it could be me. My person, not just words.
I don't know. I don't know how I have to feel something. How to show it. How to hide it.
Well... I feel terrible distance from my brain. There is just my heart, and I don't want it. Seriously, I don't.
I'm confused, just full of mess in my head, I'm disappointed, and angry too. Yeah, it may be my anger what is talking out of me. I wish.
But you don't see that. You don't read it, and you never get to know. You will not here for me, if I will need a help from you. Never.
But I want it. I want You. I do. But I don't know if you wanna know. If you wanna find out that I feel something... something more.
It's pretty annoying, understand? So much and I have to going through this feelings. This fucking mess.
Yeah. So I ask once again - what's wrong with me? What's going on? What the hell? Is this right?
I don't think so. I just like you, you know? A lot.
And you don't see it. And I don't know if You want to see that. See what I feel. See what I can do.
There is just one point - your heart.
And yes, because of this I'm disappointed. Because I don't know what you think about. I don't know, what's that. But I want to know it. Really do.
Maybe, sometime I will get your answer.
Answer, which was whispered from my heart and buried in time.
And because of it I'm waiting. Waiting for something, what hasn't any mean for you.