Call Me

[...]

And tell me again about those better days. This silence hurts me more than anything you could say.

The lights go out, the bridges burn. Once you're gone, you can't return. I'm still here...

Remember how you use to say I'd be the one to runaway?

Yeah, but I'm still here.

I know I cannot hide this emptiness inside.

But nothing is the same since you've gone.

[...]

E hoje a madrugada é reticências.

Call me.
now, tomorrow... and always.