Honestly, I'm not going to be
Coming clean with my heart
Biting my nails, thinking out loud
Putting the drops on my ii.
I'm serious I'm tired
Of rummaging through my emotions
Of going through the drawers
Of the built-in closet of our passion
Kisses, I'm leaving
I'm going reinvent my life
Life, life
I need to live
Hey, friend
Why disguise our loneliness?
If it continued like this, like this
One day we were going to end
Going off on a tangent
Or dehydrated from crying
You'll probably still rummage around
This or that until you agree
That it's our mistake it was not conjugating
To the limits the verb to love
Record my departure
In the archive of your life
Life, life
I need to live
Hey, friend
Why disguise our loneliness?

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