this bitter taste,
this taste of defeat,
that grows in my mouth
when you aren't here/with me
How I make you understand
that my soul is breaking (itself)
and I can't help it,
when you're living,
when I don't know about you
How I make you understand
that it¡s stronger than me,
that I didn't want to fall in love
How I make you understand,
that I need you like the air,
like the water, to live.
How I make you understand
And what else I can do
to to please you,
when evertything I tell you
I can't convice you,