| Well, there was an old woman who said her goodbyes
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| By gathering everyone she knew and telling them her lies
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| «I wasn’t faithful to my husband, I lied to my friends
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| But in the end, I was thinking about you.»
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| When my mom had my brother, she was no older than me
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| So why is it so hard to imagine a family
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| Where I’m the one in charge, and not just a kid?
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| And I think of what she did
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| And my mind tells me to stop and compare what we do
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| On top of everything, she was just a child too
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| She wasn’t giving up, despite the things she said
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| When she left, she was thinking about you
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| I convince myself every day I’m not gonna disappear
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| You think I’d be okay with the thought after twenty years
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| But the ideas keep me up and even if I could sleep
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| I wouldn’t wanna dream 'cause I’m thinking about you
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| And it’s driving me mad
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| I don’t want to think about what we said
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| Or have to justify why I stay in bed
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| Instead of going out with my friends all the time
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| Is it so hard to believe that sometimes we
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| As human beings get sad? |