Titas
Television
Insensitive
It even seems crazy,
I don't know how to explain it,
it's the purest truth:
I don't I can love you.
My love, I'm sorry,
I didn't mean to hurt you,
But telling the truth
is better than lying.
Insensitive, insensitive, you say.
Impossible to make you happy.
It wasn't me
It wasn't you who chose
Living in this cold world
So cold
Sometimes you forget
And you feel pleasure
But for me it's difficult
To be able to forget.
Among other people
it's so natural ,
Why is it that with me
It can't be the same?
Insensitive, insensitive, you say.
Impossible to make you happy.

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