As Ever Alone.

And perhaps who could make me happy
perhaps when I will meet you
and share my craziness full of love
my great wishes and desires be fulfilled.

Maybe never arrive in my life
and I would just daydreaming
as always actually crying for nothing
suffering from the impossible and the intangible.

But if that boy exist, would be of heavenly origin,
because nobody real can like me, 'cause I am special
'cause really I'm so sick and would be difficult to heal me
'cause I'm sentenced to death, far from the happyness
far from society, sad, like always I have been and I will be.