If there were instructions
To explain the mechanism
That has pushed me to show up
At your house with this face
With an excuse a little banal
To recover my clothes, books
A bit of my life
That life you have taken from me
That of which I don't regret
Being a current for them
I storm and I shield, I shield
Count slowly, very slowly, turn around
See the face of who leaves you
Forget me
Now for too long
I ask myself how are we
We were our eternity
Our daily bread
But I will do the right thing
Why am I dishonest?
But for so long I hear
That love isn't enough for me
Love isn't enough for me
Love isn't enough for me
If you love me then keep going
What happened to them from the frases?
Will I be there anyways?
What good are the crossroads
Then if everyone has their own road?
My road was deserted
Crossed by defeat
And with you that promise
That I would have avoided them
Count slowly, very slowly, and I turn around
Cold blooded if you have the courage kill me
Now for too long
I ask myself how are we
We were our eternity
Our daily bread
But I will do the right thing
Why am I selfish?
But for so long I hear
That love isn't enough for me
Love isn't enough for me
Love isn't enough for me
If you love me then keep going
Perhaps this is the meaning of my life?
Perhaps from the pain one heals as well?
But also writing songs
Also writing songs
Now for too long
I ask myself how are we
We were our eternity
Our daily bread
But I will do the right thing
Why am I dishonest?
But for so long I hear
That love isn't enough for me
Love isn't enough for me
Love isn't enough for me
Love isn't enough for me
Love isn't enough for me
We're over period that's it