My mother never sang a lullaby to put my little sister and I to sleep,
She took every silence that sits in the room and plays a piece of music-so loud only my father could handle when she sings.

Then, we'd watch them threw each line from a song that never seems to end.
The music that we'd rather have our ears cut off than to listen.

In the morning we'd pretend like nothing ever happened.
It was the time when I feared the noise, and mostly everything that speaks.

When I was a little girl,
About eleven years old.

I saw how the world ended,
And how it turned cold.

I need someone to hold,
Not only when the night is cold.

Missing you comes in waves,
And tonight I'm drowning.

There is no exact definition of love,
Love is when someone suddenly came along
and finally gave it a meaning.

It's crazy when people demand to be forgotten

when they gave us so much

to remember.