Verse 1:
Scattered things
You want to leave
Throwing me insults
Asking to go

Something incoherent
Want to say
But everything is clear to me
You can run.

Verse 2:
Heart in needles
Stinging words
And under the shards
Chapters of life

White sheets.
A night without you.
It’s not just us,
Wounding with love

Do not leave, leave a minute to us.
Do not run, find the words.
Do not say you are confused.
Do not repeat: “love is dead …”