Do you see this drops on the walls? It's me. I just want to become the river to break your rest in the spring. I want to become gentle air to shroud you every day, baby. And if you want heat, I am ready to burn out myself anytime. I can present you a fairy tale like in your dreams. Just tell me, and I shall come to you on a white horse and we will fly, without touching the ground, as you like. Only pink-yellow happiness, and nothing else. All in your hands. Just make your choice. I know that should tell it earlier, but I was afraid, afraid, that you will laugh over me. It's so painfully, when you leave me so quickly, and when you with your foreign neighbours and telephone composers at night. I know, I'm stupid. But I'm afraid now, afraid that if you reject me, I will die. Again. I beg you, don't force me to become emo again, please! I hate to wake up dead at morning. Free-fall jump in a cold bath. I have no parachute. I always fall downwards. Stars blow up - but not over me. We close - but we not together. Do you know how many such as I this day fall out of a window? I'm sure, we should be together. One idea, one dream. I'm here for you. Just don't tell me "we will be friends". This words killing me.