Take a piece of me and throw the rest away.
Where did you sleep last night?How?.
I felt my ghosts out the windows, 'cause i can do whenever i want,'cause you've been gone.
I can eat my day kissing everyone, drinking my glasses. But the shivers are under my skin.
Do i cry for you?
Do i scream your name?
Do i give you my hands?
I listen this world, i listen my friends,i listen stupid and ***** questions,i listen your broken voice...when you put around me your arms, when you said me...i think i love you,i think i'm going to be crazy.
My bed is not a bed. It was a bed. It was our bed. It was our dream. And now, my bed is a grave.