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Why we always care about what is gonna think the other one,
Why can’t I be honest without feel the afraid of your eyes on my tongue,
Why can’t I love you just attaching my hands to your soul
Why can’t I tell you the moon appears every Saturday noon in the corner of my house
Why can’t I say that everything is gonna be ok and you are just gonna be mine
Why do I feel the butterflies eating my stomach and dancing all around
Why can’t I understand with words what I can know looking through your door…
Why is so hard to admit to myself that I already love you…all….