Not a writerToday I took my pencilAnd started to thinkNow what should I write about?Love? I'm sick of itDeath? Too boring to read Feelings? I'm done with it I lie on the floor and start to singSomething so sad and something so sweetNo need to write it downIt's everythingBut nothing about Melody is quite simple As it comes from the heart You might think I'm tearful But no, I am notToo many reasons why I'm hereToo many questions unrelievedSo many people should just leaveAway, get vanished, disappearI'm still holding a pencil in my hand Not writing, not trying to understandBut I'm singing to feel something new
Why need love if I have youThis is the only way I’m gonna sayThe only way I will explainI won’t use words, won’t use my brainI won’t use this path, cause it’s not the sameI’ll use my heart and show you my soulBut I won’t say a word about this loveWords could never express the truthWhy would I need love if I have you?