Cristina, I'm tired of being so far away.   Yeah, I'm still here; I'm not going.   What if I try and stop?   I'm responsible for you.   Until the anchor breaks.   Four years ahead.   What are you thinking?   I feel so together.   I need you now.   You have faith, but I know that I won't last.   Aren't we so tired of waiting for days to end?   How do we tread on when these fuckers are making our plans?   Dear everyone, I've been thinking.   I feel misrepresented.   Things are moving too slow; I want the control of this.   "There's got to be some kind of way out of here."   It's a lie to only yourself.   When people have you figured, carvings that read, "idle will kill."   Goddamn, it gets so hard not knowing what's going on.   All the while I carry your cross.   Who owns these desires?   You haven't said a word but I understand.