The truth is that it hurts
That it is not the same
Feeling loved
What to love without there being a response?
Truth that you want
To come back to me
And it is your punishment
Knowing that my heart belongs to another
Just like you? You suffer, I suffer?
Just like you cry, I cry?
Like this? How do you implore me, do I implore you?
And how did you forget me, did I forget you?
It really hurts
That is not the same
Feeling loved
What to love without there being answer
Do you really want to
Come back with me
And it is your punishment
To know that my heart belongs to another
Just like you? You suffer, I suffer?
Just like you cry, I cry?
Like this? How do you implore me, do I implore you?
And how did you forget me, did I forget you?
Doesn't it hurt?
Doesn't it hurt?

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