Hay veces
There are times when a goodbye hurts more
There are times when we don’t have any hope left
There are times when we hide our voice
In the middle of a memory or of a yearning
And sometimes we want to cry
And we want to cry
There are times when it’s not enough to smile
Nor enough to know that we’re needed
There are times when everything we say is excessive
As it’s only the silence that shouts at us
And there’s nothing more to do, it seems
There’s nothing more to do
There are times that the emptiness hurts us more
Than the pain of a cutting cold mitigated by a coffee
There are times that it’s better not to know anything
Than to celebrate in the middle of the night that she’s gone
There are times that the emptiness hurts us more
Than the pain of a cutting cold mitigated by a coffee
There are times that it’s better not to know anything
Than to celebrate in the middle of the night that she’s gone