
when you feel so low that you cannot even try,
so blue that you can even being dark,
and the sun wont say hello anymore
Try to "pull up your socks",
If you gimme a great and shineful smile,
I would be yours again,
I would not try to understand why
you left that way
Living between the metaphors
you know you can keep moving
And I will be just here,
Stucked, in the same place
trying not to feel butterflies
I know, I will never have to say