Something else.

Written this morning

     I´m sitting on my bed, with the bear you gave me

   and I cry.

     Dont know how I got tears left, dont know how I could stop

   I cry.

     And when you will come into my room and ask me what´s wrong

   I´ll tell you ``Nothing``.

     Coz if you will be here, when you will be here with me,

   honestly, everyting will be perfectly fine.