Once I wrote a song
but the paper where it was, has gone.
Then, I wrote a poem
and the paper has gone too.
Now I don't know what to do
I love you, but everything I do,
goes for a walk
and never comes back
and I don't wanna loose you.
Cuz if imagining loose you make me cry,
how is it gonna be if it happens?
it will broke my heart in hundred pieces
i could never put it back again in my chest
Please, never forget me.