If it's a matter of confessing
I don't know how to make coffee
And I don't understand football
I think I was unfaithful once
I play badly even in the parks
And I never wear a watch
br/>And to be more frank, no one
Thinks of yourself the way I do
Even if it doesn't matter to you
If it's a matter of confessing
I never sleep before ten
I don't even bathe on Sundays
The truth is that too
I cry once a month
Especially when it's cold
Nothing is easy with me
Now you should know
You know me well
(And without you everything is so boring)
The sky is already tired of seeing
The rain is falling
And every passing thing is one more
Similar to yesterday
I can't find any way to
Forget you because
Continue tying you is inevitable
I always knew that it is better
When you have to talk about two
Start with yourself
You will already know the situation
Here everything is worse
But at least I still breathe
You don't have to say it
You are not going to come back
I know you well
(I'll look for what to do with you)
The sky is already tired of seeing
The rain falling
And each day that passes is one more
Similar to yesterday
I can't find any way to
Forget you because
Continuing to tie you is inevitable
I always knew what is better
When we have to talk about two
Start with yourself