Keep talking, I want to listen to you. Your voice sounds like a harp, a beautiful music that makes me want to hear you more.
Keep talking. Tell me stories about her: how you loved her, how you cared for her, how you longed for her. You always have something to say about her and I don’t mind hearing them. But it hurts. Of course it damn hurts. But I want you to drive the knife deeper – until I’m bleeding, until my heart stops pumping blood, until I can no longer feel pain.
Just keep talking. Tell me your doubts and fears about her, why she makes you uncertain of your emotions, why she makes you laugh. I love listening to your carefree laugh. It sounds so genuine, I wish she can hear that the same way I do.
Please don’t stop talking. I can fight sleep just to keep up with your usual stories. You are alone in your house and thoughts about her suddenly drift into your mind. You sleep late and I don't want to leave you awake alone. I can always stay with you and you can always stay with her.
Keep talking. Ask me again what I dream about at night and I will not lie to you this time. I dream about you, of us, defying the cares of this world. I dream of the mornings I get to spend with you, inhaling the smell of coffee that we both love. I dream of the nights that I’ll just listen to your voice that will soothe my tired soul. I dream about you every time, but you dream about her.
Go on and continue talking. If you want to relish your time with her, go on, I’m listening. I’m always glad to know your thoughts. You think of so many things. Sometimes, I wish I am one of them, too, because you never left my mind.
Don't stop talking.lead me out of the crowd again so you can share your moments with her. Sometimes I wonder why she couldn't see how wonderful you are. I wonder how your jet black eyes stir every emotion inside of me. Why can't she feel that? Why can't she feel you? Why can't you feel me?
Now stop talking. Keep quiet and listen to my heart. Can you hear how fast it beats for you? No, because you're always talking and I’m always the one listening.
Keep talking. Tell me stories about her: how you loved her, how you cared for her, how you longed for her. You always have something to say about her and I don’t mind hearing them. But it hurts. Of course it damn hurts. But I want you to drive the knife deeper – until I’m bleeding, until my heart stops pumping blood, until I can no longer feel pain.
Just keep talking. Tell me your doubts and fears about her, why she makes you uncertain of your emotions, why she makes you laugh. I love listening to your carefree laugh. It sounds so genuine, I wish she can hear that the same way I do.
Please don’t stop talking. I can fight sleep just to keep up with your usual stories. You are alone in your house and thoughts about her suddenly drift into your mind. You sleep late and I don't want to leave you awake alone. I can always stay with you and you can always stay with her.
Keep talking. Ask me again what I dream about at night and I will not lie to you this time. I dream about you, of us, defying the cares of this world. I dream of the mornings I get to spend with you, inhaling the smell of coffee that we both love. I dream of the nights that I’ll just listen to your voice that will soothe my tired soul. I dream about you every time, but you dream about her.
Go on and continue talking. If you want to relish your time with her, go on, I’m listening. I’m always glad to know your thoughts. You think of so many things. Sometimes, I wish I am one of them, too, because you never left my mind.
Don't stop talking.lead me out of the crowd again so you can share your moments with her. Sometimes I wonder why she couldn't see how wonderful you are. I wonder how your jet black eyes stir every emotion inside of me. Why can't she feel that? Why can't she feel you? Why can't you feel me?
Now stop talking. Keep quiet and listen to my heart. Can you hear how fast it beats for you? No, because you're always talking and I’m always the one listening.