I remember writing her poems, all night and day,
her modest laughter and sweet smiles were my pay.
I didn´t really mind all those sleepless nights and heart in pain,
because her beauty will al .....
Empty feeling in my heart that burns,
is wicked, tough, and painful.
Fadded eyes that are going to down,
have a dark surface and the brilliance of cold.
The scars on my side and my wounds inside, .....
Sometimes it's hard to see how the sun goes down, if you want to keep it;
if you want that someone or something does not go away.
Sometimes it's hard to hear the distant steps, if I don't want hi .....