I have been wandering around the world
cured my solitude with quantity
met people, wounded and crazy along the way
but more times burnt
and in fear of what was left unspoken
That's why i don't give a fuck about cheap cliche
that you're supposed to write just about the real one
not one song, not one verse
for the milions of the wrong ones that were here
when i didn't have her
When i'd stand on the edge for the weekend
and when sunday was as empty as a black hole
the wrong ones gave me their hand
and helped me make it to the morning with their kisses
they weren't stupid trust me
each one knew
when there is no big love
small one is enough
they weren't stupid trust me
each one knew
that silence is gold and words are wasted
maybe that's not IT, but it's not bad
when there is no big love
small one is enough !