My Notebook

My Notebook
Brahiam Ramirez - My Notebook
in my bed clutching my pillow
who receives a few tears
the lights out and a glass of water,
are those in this place.
as the storm passed
my hair gets in your eyes,
and with the sun, the better,
because it gives my silhouette on the floor,
and where, the better.

who listens to me,
if I'm in math,
enredandome life
in the last place in this room.

in notebooks is better
write a song,
instead of listening,
or pay attention.
with notebooks is better
devote time for love
drawing a heart
and hide his head.

come to me,
I look around,
and there is no one,
and my notebook is gone.
class is completed,
I start to look,
but just laugh at me,
I do not know who actually wrote.
my feelings are in games,
so I returned to my bed.
but the pillow was already wet,
so I threw it out the window,
and my house was already flooded.
by memories of this day

in notebooks is better
write a song,
instead of listening,
or pay attention.
with notebooks is better
devote time for love
drawing a heart
and hide his head.

Who has seen my soul?
eyes betray me,
but just know in my heart
no longer than it should have.

in class, I look out this window
I see you run,
run away from something or someone,
I do not know very well.
but you got to stop
and bring me back my notebook,
and this class will not be boring
and my smile came back out

in notebooks is better
write a song,
instead of listening,
or pay attention.
with notebooks is better
devote time for love
drawing a heart
and hide his head.
in the notebook ...
in the book ..
everything is there,
in my notebook.