forgetten

not even a new smile

not a feeling of

the sun shinning for me

not hearing the birds sweet song

not a little spark

to make this feel better

listening to the deafening

sound of music

how it sorrounds the room

where's a lot of people

but not the one i care about it

all of them just coming and going

music came in to my ears

enter into my brain

(keeping me from think)

enter into my heart

(keeping me from feel)

enter into my soul

(keeping me alive)

where can you be, sweet romeo, instead of beside me?

what are you're brown eyes looking at instead of me?

what are you're soft hands doing instead of caressing me?

what are you're sighs going if they never came to me?

why is that you're so afraid of showing love?

maybe it's not love what you're feeling

maybe it's a kind of affection

maybe its just an habit to say

"i love you" holding our hands

maybe it's just that we're to scared

of feeling alone again...

where are we going Romeo?

what are we gonna do?

are we going to pretend

for own sake

that we love each other?

or are we going to

stare at clocks until time

show them the truth?