Las cosas que te digo

Do you think about me? I know I think about you. These pictures of you are all I have...the things I feel. Me dejaste con un hueco en el alma. I walk with my head down. It hurts to look her in the face. My muse has gone with the wind. A leaf blown away from my hands. Even though she was never really mine.

She smiles at me. Yet. I find it hard to look in your eyes. Why? Senti una pena que no me deja mirarte. Instead me quedo con ella.