"Love, ain't this enough
You push yourself down
You try to take confort in words
But words
They cannot love
Don't waste them like that
Cus they'll bruise you more"

"You talk all these words
You make conversations that cannot be heard
How long until you notice that
No one is answering back"

Someone that cannot love - David Fonseca


Escrevemos palavras que deitamos ao vento, perdemo-las por aí, nelas nos agarramos para despejar o que sentimos.
Despejar, sim, despejar.
Mas as palavras são só palavras, nada mais, "no one is answering back".