If I tell you that it was hard to forget you
It would be the same as saying I'm not capable
of healing myself of the beatings the world gives me, of
moving on, leaving what happened behind
Should I give up, to be happy someday?
Or should I resist? Should I insist?
Singing, and more than that screaming
And sometimes even confessing that I don't know how to love
Because knowing, I wouldn't be suffering
And on top of that writing, instead of saying
I wonder if someone ever made you cry
Even without pronouncing a word?
And what did you do? Did you attempt to fight?
Or did you compose a song while going home?
Should I give up, to be happy someday?
Or should I resist? Should I insist?
Singing, and more than that screaming
And sometimes even confessing that I don't know how to love
Because knowing, I wouldn't be suffering
And on top of that writing, instead of saying
Singing, and more than that screaming
And sometimes even confessing that I don't know how to love
Because knowing, I wouldn't be suffering
And on top of that writing, instead of saying
No, no, I won't give up like that
No, no, I won't give up like that
No, no, I won't give up like that
No, no, I won't give up like that