Bored in the life i live, wishing, watching and smiling hopping someday i will feel again. and the warmth of his lips smuther mine., it is what i crave. yet i tend to deep in every now and then to you what am i? to me you are nothing. as i linger around you i see the, hope filled in your eyes., of maybe one day i will adore you. and smuther you with lust. and write about you more in a positive climax. Every moment with you i tend to push just a little further and further away. glancing through the street wishin i could be with someone. who adores me just like you but not you, with all you insecurities and problems... im sorry you have no idea about my world. you stuck in on tour with your parents.