You didn't want it
You didn't give it any importance
And if that's real love
You wasted the good sex we did
My own sound and silence
And other rarities
What can I do? Where shall I go to?
With this pain that breaks me in small pieces
Where should I put, to whom should I give
The flower that struggles with another flowers
You don't say it, but you were shook
You pierce through reason and truth
You wasted the good sex we did
My own sound and silence
And other rarities
I'll take what hurt me wherever I go
But I'm just one of the two parts of it
I'll take what hurt me wherever I go
As if it were a ferocious tatoo