It seems like honesty is not so fashionable these days
It's true, I ask a lot of questions
You call me naïve?
I tell you what
I'm naïve to the bone
Do you think I'm too soft?
Because I don't hide
Or, it is that you're lost when I smile?
I don't need your love
But, I dare to ask you how you feel about me
Just to get things straight
I have no cards to hide
My life's not a game
Let me picture my future:
A large room, where you can hear the silence
No place for arrogance, no pain in my chest
Just, the beating of my heart
Is it that you feel superior behind a costume of indifference?
In the middle ages, people used to wear cloaks, it's 2016, get real
So you think I'm too soft?
I've got nothing to prove, I have no advice for you
But, remember what [?] said:
The last dance, we dance alone
