You mind too much, you mind too much
Your heart is a rose, faints in hot summer
Either from too much love or too much anger
Your heart is a rose, you blush and it shows
Who hurt you in the past, to make this subtle pain last
Who made you cry with no love, with no empathy from above

You must have felt so small, so lonely
to be so good to us and always sorry
to be so good to others, so good to me
When I sigh you look at me, you look at me
and you ask how i am doing really
What's more you are truly concerned about the answer, concerned about me and my little stories

You feel too much, you feel too much
Your heart is a rose, drowns in cold winter
Either from too much love or too much anger
Your heart is a rose, you blush and it shows
Who hurt you in the past, to make this subtle pain last
Who made you cry with no love, with no empathy from above

You must have felt so small, so lonely
to be so good to us and always sorry
to be so good to others, so good to me
When I sigh you look at me, you look at me
and you ask how i am doing really
What's more you are truly concerned about the answer, concerned about me and my little stories