I think that,
there are not so useless the nights
I gave to you.
You leave, I don't try to discuss to you,
At least, stay this night,
There are times I'm feeling alone.
My place, where you occupying with someone Like I,
because this time you bend the look.
you ask me to be friends, in order that?
a friend I excuse it, but I love you.
There is a thing that I have not said to you,
you know my problems name's you,
and I'm trying to be strong,
but you don't want to say in what I trumped,
but you say: sorry i don't love you,
and go away, with our Story in your fingers.
He looks for an excuse and then leave,
don't bother,
I'll write you a couple of songs,
trying to conceal my emotions,
thinking, but little, about our words.
