Dieing of love

To be uneasy inside,
not stop thinking
Ideas cross
and they all end in you.

Without knowing what to do,
without knowing what to say.
Fear of pain?,
and dieing of love.

Why?,
you ask yourself.
Because there’s no answer.
Better alone thañ in bad company?,
you choose the result.

Nobody can answer,
nobody knows what to reply.
You are stuck inside yourself,
a lock you don’t know how to open.

Without knowing what to do,
without knowing what to say.
Fear of pain?,
and dieing of love.

Who asks you?,
who has the answer.
Better alone than in bad company?,
you choose the result.