What time to get you home

I want a picture from you

I try to tell you like you

but you'rent my friend any more

Sometimes I feel alone to

I try to write to you

but you didn't answer me at the phone

I spend the time writing and loving more

that's the truth

I sleep and wake up now

because I want to

Nothing will stop this love so confuse

I hope feeling you

don't have a plane

I'm poor like you to

maybe I spend my time liking you
Writing this stupid words
I miss you to