23 Roses
My hands are trembling
My heart is bleeding
My chest is weak
My mouth is dry
My skin is thin
My will is dying
And my eyes need to stop crying
And this is for you
Twenty-three roses
Are you happy to see me?
Are you happy to share?
Are you ready to talk to me?
Do you think you could really care, for me?
Writer/s: Marco Castoldi
