Once a lonely girl told me a secret.
Was it the alcohol talking? Or did the words just fell out of your mouth?
I don't know why, but she said:
"She, Oh she.
I wish I could describe it, but at least in this language there's not word that fits.
She is so plain, simple and usual as the sunlight that lights the days. Oh so necessary thought.
She has the ability to change my mood just by touching me. With a word. With a song. With a simple look in the eyes.
Oh she is so out of my league. I wish she saw fireworks in my eyes, as I see in hers."
Once that lungs didn't hurt that much.
She took a shot of her own tears, hard to swallow.
Her eyes so teary now, they reflect the starry night. And she said.
"I wish this was a dream.
Feels so unreal.
She doesn't exists, and I'm not in love.
I wish I could hate her just a little bit. It would be enough.
But once you are in love there's no way out"
And I wish that you didn't have to cry yourself to sleep at night.
I wish that you could accept that sometimes the sun won't come out.
And I wish that this wasn't a dream and that you weren't scared of loving her.
This is not a dream
Although it feels unreal.
If you look up the sky in the cold of the night you'll see the lights.
And I know she looks like the sun but she shines just like any other star.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Los Chicos de los Corazones Rotos se Enamoran.
RomantikEllos no se conocen entre si. No saben nada el uno del otro. Pero de alguna forma siempre se andan buscando. Y hay una sola cosa que tienen en común, todos tienen el corazón roto. Y todos estuvieron, están o estarán enamorados. Esa noche los chicos...
