The Days
Dennis Monteiro
Colorful lights blink
The more I get lonely
The more I want to be alone
Our souls have already
Our eyes have already met
And I need to be here
I want believe in you
I want to love
I want to love
You make me tired with your lack of faith
I want to love
You make me tired with your lack of faith
I want to love
Everything is pretty when one is alone
Everything is sad when we want to be alone