yoy are quilty !
you are quilty for not leaving me - for touched me- for all time making
love to me...just facts!
you are guilty for all your kindness- generosity and such a big heart !
all this great qualities of you - make me sick !
you are quilty- becouse i try to tell you the truth and you
change it- in a lie....when i say " i dont love you- you replay-"you
dont know how much you love me, babe "
...and when i say- :"- i have a lover !- you replay again..." -so what? i have less?"
And all your invitations to the greatest places in the world- the summer in Capri....all
the beauty dresses- from P aris and all the parfumes bottles that i van make a gallery
wasn't enough to buy my love,i hate each touch of you on my skin....each kiss,and i never
open my eyes when we make sex- IT IS PURE SEX- NO FEELINGS
SO- YOU ARE QUILTY loving me- this ME who dont deserve a man as you
i dont have the right to be with such a perfect- man as you are- with such an imperfection
of woman- that i am...Please leave....and you replay
' and if i leave...you-ll love me less? "