I always get sad when you leave,
Doesn't matter what we just did.
We could have discussed all day,
studied our brains out,
watched a movie or laughing out loud.
We could have been kissing all afternoon,
or sleeping side by side,
or eating as much as we did when we were high.
We could have been fighting a lot,
then sit in silence inside my room,
I could have even got offended too,
but that wouldn’t make me less in love with you.
As soon as you close the door and leave,
I feel the emptiness filling the house and I find it difficult to breathe.
I feel the tears asking me to fall,
I feel stupid and silly,
I just beg for it to stop.
And I think about all the things I wanted to tell you,
all the things I never say,
and I promise myself to tell you on the following day.
But there’s always something that gets stuck on my tongue,
I try to push it out but it never does.
It is stupid because I can write it with no problems at all,
just like I did in a verse a few lines before.
I know why I’m waiting but I wish I was not,
maybe one day I’ll find the courage without freezing on my spot.
But even when I’ll finally tell you
what I wrote in that verse a few lines before,
I really doubt that when you leave, I’ll feel less alone.