O Que Eu Também Não Entendo

This ain't just another love letter
These are scattered thoughts
Translated into words
So you can understand
What I also don't get

Loving isn't about having to possess
Always being sure
It's accepting that nobody
Is perfect for anybody
It's being able to be yourself
And not having to pretend
It's trying to forget
And not being able to escape, escape

I've thought about leaving you
I've looked to the side so many times
But when I think of someone
It's you I close my eyes for
I know I've never been perfect
But with you I can be
Even myself
And you'll understand

I can play at discovering
Drawings in the clouds
I can tell you about my nightmares
And even my trivial things
I can take off your clothes
I can do whatever I want
I can lose my mind
But with you
I'm calm, calm

Now what are we going to do?
I don't know either
After all, is loving
Really everything?
If this isn't love
What else could it be?
I'm learning too

I've thought about leaving you
I've looked to the side so many times
But when I think of someone
It's you I close my eyes for
I know I've never been perfect
But with you I can be
Even myself
And you'll understand

I can play at discovering
Drawings in the clouds
I can tell you about my nightmares
And even my trivial things
I can take off your clothes
I can do whatever I want
I can lose my mind
But with you
I'm calm, calm

Now what are we going to do?
I don't know either!
After all, is loving
Really everything?
If this isn't love
What else could it be?
I'm learning too