When I look into those drowning deep blue eyes, I lose my will to live. Your touch rubs within my pores like sand paper. What have I done to deserve this? Every once in a while the sound of your voice compels me to scream. Holding hands makes my hands sweat, Sweat with anticipation of your bad breath against my face. Oh how I hope for the days of letters and telegraph, Where it would take a long time for you to come back. Tell me all the things I never dare to hear, My heart will surely beat on every line, Until you finally reach the end of the love we share, I shall take my last breath with your warm body by my side.