Andrea mendoza

you leave, you come back, you're just like my father. if you're not going to stay, then don't even bother. i waited and i waited, not phone calls, no letters. i talked to family thinking, "Maybe they'd make me feel better." but better about what? about you? about me? I looked outside my window, as far as the eye could see, thinking "He's out there somewhere." "Is he thinking about me?" others convinced me not, so i decided to let you free. but not free completely, my body still yearns for you. if only you knew, I'd ruin my whole world, For You.