Tell me what you know about life,
about days and night gone.
Tell me what you know about happiness
and roads walked.
Tell me what you know about broken dreams
and things undone.
Tell me what you know about loneliness and silence.
Tell me what you know about trust
and all the kisses we didn´t give to each other.
Cause all the things you don´t know about me hurt when I wake up
in the bed of sorrows.
Maybe it´s gonna feel better tomorrow.
Marian V.
Marian V.
