The view from the afternoon trough your dark small sad eyes.
I think you have your head twisted around, looking for something you don't get to know, far, far away from there you want to go.
But you know, great expectations aren't so bad, even if you think so.
Those weird manners you have to say ''I love you''. Those silly little things you use to do.
I hate the way you make me want to break down the corners of the world.
But in your eyes, there's something that says me, that beside this throng of shit and dirt, there's life.
Life, that's the point. They say you only live once, but I don't think so. Remembering is living twice and again.
And I remember the day you said it was stupid to fall in love, to surrender and give yourself to someone else.
You lied, and every single time, you lie once and again, pretending to be the person you're not.
But beside those frowns and those hesitates, there's something special about you that makes me wanna hold your hand.
Cuz' even if you try not, you're in some way my redemption.
