I'd like to be able to tell you
that you represent the misery in me
But I can't, I don't dare to lie, teach me
Only the past could compete
with the beauty of a photo of you
The fantasy would last and wouldn't have an end
I want to know if you think about me
and if by chance that thought is subtle
But it won't help at all, I know that it doesn't exist
I need to be happy, I don't want to learn
That process is painful
But if you're not here I won't be able to do anything
What if the best is yet to come
That distance would finally stop existing
But that will never happen, it's too much to ask