Cosas Que No Hay Que Contar

I try to piece together my story,
and though there are parts you might see,
the truth was written in the shadows,
it happens like this time and time again.

You called me way too early,
I heard someone cough behind,
while you defined the disdain,
I told myself I could speak,
but there are things you shouldn't share.

Where there are ashes, there was a fire,
I'd kill to feel that heat again.
Today my voice is just a stutter
that even I can't comprehend.

You say there are certain conversations
that you’d rather never have,
well, that’s fine by me, it’s been years
of playing dumb and keeping quiet
about certain things you shouldn't share…

never, never,
Things you shouldn't share
or talk about, or talk about.

I was wasting your precious time,
you wanted to get out of there,
we drove for hours in silence
all the way to Madrid.

It's so sad not to know much
about your own life until it’s too late
and it’s not worth the effort,
every attempt to stay quiet,
about these things you shouldn't share…

never, never,
Things you shouldn't share
or talk about, or talk about.

There are a thousand ways to tell
the same story and only a handful of them
will come close to the truth,
because I’ve been taught
that there are things you shouldn't share…

never, never,
Things you shouldn't share
or talk about, or talk about,

"Things you shouldn't share
Things you shouldn't share
Things you shouldn't share"