Room.

In my bed I sit down to read

the letters you send me

in my desk I write

the diary we share.

The ugliest thing it's the feeling of being left

when you believed in those people who you are with

you open your eyes and you realize it was a dream.

When I feel lonely

I look the photo album

I wonder if your smile is real

for there were times I just pretended.

In my closet I keep

your birthday gift

in my wall I draw

your name inside of a heart.

Yeah, my heart is more broken than a broken mirror

with 7 years of bad luck...

When I feel sad

I whisper it in your ear

and the best kept secret

remains... kept.

We meet in my room

the chocolate's aroma

the drink is getting cold

the dawn pierces my window

I can see you in my arms clearly .

The ugliest thing it's the feeling of being left

when you believed in

The chocolate's aroma

the drink is getting cold

the dawn pierces my window

I can see you in my arms clearly

In my room, in my room.