I don't know how many times we have talked about it
And I'm getting kind of tired
And of finding reasons, so that you understand
Without it sounding like a scolding, that this happened because of you
Without hesitating for a moment you assure me
That there is no reason at all, for her to get that angry
You say that she never has enough
That she's not very independent
That she doesn't let you live
But then you drown in glasses of water
She wants you to write her song
That you listen to her, that you pay her attention
That you invite her to touch your heart
She doesn't ask for that much, idiot
She doesn't ask for that much, idiot
You don't want to love, nor want her to love you
With your soul right on the table
Avoiding the promises, that will never be kept
It's the story of someone who never repents
Because he always convinces himself
It's the chronicle of a blind man and his lie
That repeated a thousand times, will become truth
To later drown yourself in your glass of water
She wants you to write her song
That you listen to her, that you pay her attention
That you invite her to touch your heart
She doesn't ask for that much, idiot
She wants you to write her song
That you listen to her that you pay her attention
That you invite her to touch your heart
She doesn't ask for that much, idiot
She wants you to write her song
That you listen to her, that you pay her attention
That you invite her to touch your heart
She doesn't ask for that much, idiot
She wants you to write her song
That you listen to her, that you pay her attention
That you invite her to touch your heart
She doesn't ask for that much, idiot