Tell me it will end
Every tear comes out
Make a tour to fall and in a few minutes or hours to dry.
My tears falling from my eyes
They take a part of me with them
They take a part of my heart
Leaving my soul dry.
The loneliness arrives
Embracing me to the shadow of your love.
I’m tired
But death is not an option
I am exhausted
How much more should I fight?
How much more I need to resist?
When is it okay to surrender?
Just hold me and tell me that it will end...
