One. Two. Three.

I'm a little less into it,
A little hazier than before,
Like these memories that fade away,
Day after the other, I'm a little nervous.
Cuz you're so beautiful,
Catching my eye,
I'm a little nervous and I'm walking your way.
Watch me if I smile,
Just look away if I breathe for a while.
When I pull through this,
When I feel you next to me,
This need of me, It dies and I'm alive.
When you're near, I can feel the air thicken,
Its harder to breathe, harder than before.
Can I be tougher when you weaken me?

I'm falling down, and up here for you.
Less than yesterday, it hurts today.
When I see you at the corner,
I follow this shine and I find you.
Smiling at me, can this be true?
If I turn around and count to three,
I feel this air, fresher than before.
Could this be true?
This warm day in november,
Flowers in my hands and you greet me with a peck.
I close my eyes and wait for the weakness.
Until the air gets thicker.
And I start feeling you near,
I'm waiting for this dream to fade away.
Counting to three..
Set me free..