Not in time
Tell me what should I do when I hear your call, because I am on the bridge of love, ready, so ready to fall and I do not expect you to turn your eyes never to hear my heartbeat that for you slowly dies. Tell what should I do to not look so petrified, because I am at the end of the stairs, ready, so ready to drop and I do not have a fear, I am not terrified you will never gaze at the light that runs into my sight. Tell what should I do not to believe in an illusion because I am at the end of the highway, ready, so ready to crush and I do not heave remorse, not an allusion you will never reach me in time not in time to be mine.