Two years are not enaught to cut small heartAnother rain I feelAnother story starts between my fearsbut now I’ve to understand if it’s so realthe ghost of past ,screams in my headand I’ v not time to run , it’s time to give upyou know, that I ‘ll be just a corner of your roomone on thousand words (that) you sayyou know, I won’t give up the past anymoreand I could be the victim of his guntake my away, take my present ,take my daysafraid to be alone ,confused from « the show »I see again in your face the face of a bloody letter of my past.a photo in her room, (you) forget the words that I still wrote,until I’ll blind my eyes I won’t give up the ghost of youyou know, that I ‘ll be just a corner of your roomone on thousend words (that) you sayyou know, I won’t give up the past anymoreand I could be the victim of his gunfrom your smile everything is lostfrom my mind lies, I lie to myselftwo years I hate this love for youbut the rain won’t prevent my runand I’ll fight against the world if you only felt my love!!Kiss me one last time or forget my nameI give up the past and waiting for the time that I hear from your voice my name againyou know, that I ‘ll be just a corner of your roomone on thousend words (that) you sayyou know, I won’t give up the past anymore and Icould be the victim of his gun