A pen and a paper,
I hold to my chest,
I want to write,
I have to write,
I must write something,
but what?

I don't know.
I don't know
If I should write about the pain
you bring to me or something else,
for I am lost,
lost in my head
and lost in the things you do.

Perhaps loving you makes my head go crazy,
Before you came around,
such I would not...