i wish i could convey
the feelings i have felt
the striking light
of my heavy broken heart
the pieces of myself
the memories i've held
it all comes back to me
like the cold in autumn
how can i explain
that April is just a fiction
that i cannot remember
the sweet sound of your voice
oh did i screw it up?
or am i freaking out?
it would be nice to talk to you
to put an end to this
(...)
so i will write a letter
as a tribute to our romance
and say the things that you'd expect to hear
i just wish i could hand it to you
let you know that i regret the way i acted when it was over
but i'd rather keep quiet instead
(spanish blabbering)