I don't run from tears, that's my weakness.
But I know you still love me, though you don't believe it.
And I never thought that you were a loser
Only didn't hear enough of the songs.
Everything was always going to be smoother
All we needed was some time left alone.
Something special is in me dying
Are you punishing me for my weakness
The blood rushing through my veins
Becomes a flood of tears once again.
by: José Duarte