The river that brought me to you has dried
In the path I learnt with you I’ve lost
is not shinning anymore the light that brought me next to you.
I’ve week thinking about what we are doing here for weeks
I think I dont remember if I was happy once
I’ve never felt so cold, cold being reside you.
If I dont talk to you is because
I dont want to become an slave of my own words
If I don’t talk to you is because
I’d rather want to be the owner of my own silence
Believe me when I say that its better of this way
that there is no heaven without stars
Nor a beginning without an ending
That after winter, spring comes.
I always wanted to be your friend, I didnt get it
I think the best is that you forget about me
Take the good thing for you
Leave that tear falling down