If I could ask a million questions, that would leave me wanting more. That´s why I let you do the talking, Maybe that´s what talking´s for.
Dunno what should I start from? What am I saying it for? Months without you is like eternity, I guess about four Internal pain is yearning outside, it speaks with salty rhymes The most expensive thing I have, my words are not overpriced I started falling harder, cuz your back is not around Maybe I took for granted that you never let me down I was so blind with open eyes, if I could only see Whether or not this message managed to reach adressee But I can't go on, I'm fettered It ain't getting any better That's why I'm composing a letter with the light of the moon and dramatic pattern Not the one to shed tears from the outside Even when I heard your "Out of my sight!" Now you know what I was hiding within And I need you bad like air, breath out, breath in My heart is bleeding, palms are sweating, hands are shaking, voice is trembling Wanna know, what you mean to me? The fucking world, the part of my family I'd start to ask you million questions to sit and discuss But I'm afraid you won't reply on "Chica, como estas?"
If I could ask a million questions, that would leave me wanting more. That´s why I let you do the talking, Maybe that´s what talking´s for.
Didn't know I was blessed, now I made the best I could of this test And I didn't ask why, it's not a question, but a lesson that I learned in time Yeah, in time, never late as long as we alive Say sorry is like to stand on top of the rock willing to dive Thousands miles between us, we talk a different language That's why percieve not what we mean, our fucking disadvantage I wish that breakdown was a nightmare that I've overslept We can't be closer than 2 phones, what's left is to accept But I felt all your support and It was vitally important You've been by my side, when no other person did I want us get along again like it used to be Yeah, I know why you don't feel this way What I got to do to make you come back and stay, what? I admit I've said a lot of shit, please Just believe me now I know what friendship is Can not turn back time, and too week to climb up and I decline, mighty God give me sign I don't have a spare wheel, so how can I move on with the broken tire I'd start to ask you million questions to sit and discuss But I'm afraid you won't reply on "Chica, como estas?"
If I could ask a million questions, that would leave me wanting more. That´s why I let you do the talking, Maybe that´s what talking´s for.