E que o vento leve tudo o que eu deixei por dizer.

she takes your hand, I die a little I watch your eyes, and I'm in riddles, why can't you look at me like that? When you walk by, i try to say it, but then i frezee, and never do it, my tongue gets tight, the words get trapped. I hear the beat of my heart getting louder whenever i'm near you, but I see you with her slow dancing tearing me apart 'cause you don't see, whenever you kiss her, I'm breaking, oh how I wish that was me. She look at you the way that I would, does all the things, I know that I could, if only time could just turn back. 'Cause I got three little words that i've always been dying to tell you.(...) Whit your hands on my waist while we dance in the moonlight, I wish that was me that tou call latter on 'cause you wanna say good night (...) oh, how I wish that was me.

Quando eramos pequenos achavamos que a maior de todas era esfolar os joelhos, mas isso é porque nao imaginavamos os quanto doí-a abraçar a pessoa que amamos sem ela retribuir.