It seems like honesty is not so fashionable these days It´s true, I ask a lot of questions You call me naïve? I tell you what I´m naïve to the bone Do you think I´m too soft? Because I don´t hide Or, it is that you´re lost when I smile? I don´t need your love But, I dare to ask you how you feel about me Just to get things straight I have no cards to hide My life´s not a game Let me picture my future: A large room, where you can hear the silence No place for arrogance, no pain in my chest Just, the beating of my heart Is it that you feel superior behind a costume of indifference? In the middle ages, people used to wear cloaks, it´s 2016, get real So you think I´m too soft? I´ve got nothing to prove, I have no advice for you But, remember what [?] said: The last dance, we dance alone