I'm here in the stage.
I'm playing my guitar.
I see a lot of faces,
but there is not "the one".

I imagine her at home,
writing about the hole world.
Is this what time has did to us?
To tears us apart?

I remember the time we had.
I remember her smile.
I wish I could go back on time
to pause the "goodbye" for a while.

I'm in this present
far away from who I was;
and I am in this present
far away from who I want to be.

I am looking for a place
because I have lost my way.
I am looking for a place
far away from home.

I'm lying here
in this unhappy world.
I'm stuck in here
far away of my soul.

A word of four letters
that have a powerful meaning.
How can that be possible?
That something little meant so much.

We hold on to hope 'till the end.
It helps you to get through the day
and of course through the life.
It helps you through anything!

Is amazing how it works
because it have te power to get someone better.
Everybody needs hope
and everybody should have it.

Hope sounds crazy in the darkest nights
and meaningless in the brightest days.
But hope is something free
that anyone can have.

One person can change your life
by breaking you
and leaving you alone.

One person can change your life
by showing you love
and forgiveness.

Once person can change your life
by helping you
and leading you to be better.

One person can change your life
by changing your perspective
and the way you live it.

One person can change your life forever
and it will never be the same
for the good or bad.

Others say that I'm a hypocrit
because I don't treat them the way they want to.
Others say that I'm a hypocrit
because I ignore them when they were my friends.

Others say that I'm a hypocrit
bcause I smile showing in their face that I am happy.
Others say that I'm a hypocrit
because I'm not with them anymore.

But what if I treat them different because they dont care about me.
If I discover that "them" are just fake friends,
If I'm smiling but not feeling happiness,
what if I stop being with them because I don't belong there anymore

Maybe they are the hypocrits.
Just maybe, because I don't know,
and I'm no one to say who they are.
But I now they are not my friends anymore.

At least, not the real ones.

I feel alone,
and you don't even notice.
I smile all the time,
but there is sadness in my mind.

I can assure you
that you are not my first.
I have kissed and "love" before.
But what defines love?

I loved in a superficial way,
not caring about the rest.
But baby the way I love you
is not like another friend.

I can assure you
that you are not my first.
But I love you
like to no one else.

I feel strange when i'm with you,
Why i just feel this way with you?
You were not supposed to be the only one,
but perhaps you are the real one.

I can assure you
that you are not my first.
And baby i can assure you
that you are the real first.

I'm here lost.
I'm here broken.
Don't you even notice,
that I'm all by myself?

I don't know where I belong,
not even where I am.
I don't know how to change myself
or fix me again.

I just need a reason,
i just need a way.
I just need a friend
to find myself.

I'm here lost.
I'm here broken.
Don't you even notice,
that all I need is help?