De Flores Que Marchitan Si No Se Las Riega
Llorando En El Desierto
Of Flowers That Wither If Not Watered
Who’s gonna bring back those lost years?
Trying to make blue turn to yellow.
You had to laugh even when it wasn’t funny.
How many times by their side, swallowing your anger?
It was inevitable, you finally made the call.
Against all odds, you shook off the fear.
The hardest part isn’t living in the shadows.
It’s that someone you love still has doubts.
With these four notes, I’m here to tell you
That you’re not alone and I’m still backing you.
From my side, you’re absolutely right,
And I hope joy returns to your heart.
Feelings like granite trapped under a thin layer of glass.
A whirlwind of oddities that you finally learned to keep quiet.
So maybe one day it’ll burst in your pockets,
Because the solution was right in front of your eyes for so long.
