Tell me, when the night came alive, were you still paying attention.
Tell me two things that didn’t matter to you when you were five.
Tell me why you weren’t under the bridge when I asked you to come.
Tell me who you were with when things weren’t so good.
Tell me how did you manage to get through life without a scratch.
Tell me how it felt when you were seventeen and out of love.
Tell me what places you visited when the world shut you out.
Tell me everything that came to your mind when you saw that photograph.
Tell me where did you go when you dreamt of far off places.
Tell me your passions and your favourite thing to do.
Tell me to tell you that it really matters that you tell me these things.
I want to know where you have been.
I want to know why there is that faint smile on your face.
I want to know how you got where you are now.
I want to know that it still matter and that it always will.
I want to know when it is time to do the right things.
I want to know who you really are.
Tell me all your secrets.
Tell me everything.