Silent time
My love never answers to my messages
Is it because she thinks I was not sage
And she is in her own bedroom to enrage
Against me, saying herself I am a teenage
My love, answers to my emails, my calls
I am afraid of your silent time, like walls
My imagination then become truly crazy
Seeing you in arms of a young guy oily
Or sleep in an hospital's bedroom white
As a died girl after a very strong night
My love, answers to my emails, my calls
Need to hear your voice, see your smiles
Is it because she thinks I was not sage
And she is in her own bedroom to enrage
Against me, saying herself I am a teenage
My love, answers to my emails, my calls
I am afraid of your silent time, like walls
My imagination then become truly crazy
Seeing you in arms of a young guy oily
Or sleep in an hospital's bedroom white
As a died girl after a very strong night
My love, answers to my emails, my calls
Need to hear your voice, see your smiles
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