The days pass slowly
The night tells me that you won't return
The pieces of furniture leave the place
I run the world and I don't get to be reached
Without you my radio is mute,
My TV is without color,
My guitar is without sound,
Without you my body doesn't contemplate more in the
mirror,
My house falls,
Without you I lose my temper
Then accept me as I am
Don't ask me for changing
Those habits that you already forgave
I am going living the life
I am going trying to disguise
But I will leave the door of my room opened
In case you want to return
