The more time goes by
The more sad it gets
Sad and worse
With only fifteen hundred times
Saying the same thing
It was a mistake
Poor thing ±or he has no money left
Where is my love
And he repeats the same thing over and over again
I have nothing left in life
I have nothing left in life
While some laugh others cry in silence
And for what
It sounds to me that life is long
And sometimes short
I no longer know, for whom
It will be from me
It will be from where, continue
Don't corner me
I'm not leaving
Everything for you
Everything to where, I don't look at it well

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