Because when talking about what really happens
It is always considered in discretion
The sleepless nights
On Sundays the innocence that went away
Through the window
What What matters is not stopping
No one will ask where you are now
Nothing is easier than shaking hands without putting your hands in it
Always pale with pain
I myself have been the biggest obstacle in my life
br/>When looking for the worst
The train station
And the sound of the telephone
No one answers anymore
What matters is not stopping
No one will ask where are you now
What matters is not stopping
No one will stop you because you are alone
What matters is not stopping
No one will ask where you are now
What matters is don't stop
No one will save you because you are alone
What matters is not stopping
No one will ask where you are now
Nothing is easier than waiting for the aunt to pay
All the things I stole