If only you could see beyond the walls
If only you could read between the lines
If only you could hear my silence
If only you could feel my shivers
I want to tell you what I see
I want to tell you what I'm thinking
I want to tell you what I want
I want to tell you how I feel
I'm keeping so much inside.
And it's not decreasing at all,
in fact it is happening the opposite.
Can you see?
How then can I be honest to you?
