Give my soul a whirl
Falling and trying to stand up from my sadness...
What would be enough for me to avoid of you?
What would be enough for me to ignore of you?
Just asking to my shadows where you don’t seem to appear
Asking to my heart where my memories remains: untouchables, so unapprochables...
Sweeping tears away behind my silent steps, far now from your will.
And there, where you seems to see no-one, I can see my words close to my whishes.
It pisses my fingers off as bleeding roses to protect any gloves;
these fingers wouldn’t even be injured enough...
Now, Just asking to the silence.