You won't believe me if I say that all my days are similar, When I come back home I pass much time in hesitating if I need to study or sleep, If I should wait or neglect him. I pass much time meslaying in thoughts; if I need to forget all things just for him or forget him to keep other things around, if I keep holding on or hold my breaths. Between these doubts I'm afraid, between these thoughts I feel lost, between these feelings I'm cold. I've already said that I won't be in prison but now I'm real prisoner as I think about him. I've already said that I won't love anyone but now I'm sinking. I've already said that I should smile but now I'm burning just to keep him smiling.