Darararirararara
Darararirararara
Darararirarararararira
Dararirarararara
She wants to get lost
Her, with a rag heart (yes)
She says: "Tear it up and set me on fire"
This love is tearing itself apart, yes
As if loving each other means owning you
Or having
Or being obsessed with you
Means dying with me in a convertible
Sweet sofas
Hotel rooms
Darararirararara
Darararirararara
Darararirarararararira
Dararirarararara
Darararirarararararara
Darararirarararararara
Darararirarararararara
Darararirarirarira
Don't call it love, don't call it betrayal
Don't call it passion, don't even call it sex
Don't call it disappointment, but don't call it sentiment
Don't call me love, I won't call you back, I promise
I don't call it confusion, don't you call it suspicion
I won't call it oppresion, don't you call it contempt
Don't call it hesitation, I won't call it spite
I won't call it resentment, but don't call it failure
Darararirararara
Darararirararara
Darararirarararararira
Dararirarararara
Darararirarararararara
Darararirarararararara
Darararirarararararara
Darararirarirarira
I won't, I won't, I won't
I won't, I won't
I won't say that I'll die, no
For her, I won't
For her, I won't
I won't say that I'll die, no
Darararirarararararara
Darararirarararararara
That I'll die
Darararirarararararara
Darararirarirarira
Yes, it's just a poem for you
You don't know anything about me
The hell that's inside me
There's no love, there's no end, you're not there
Then there's only what I want for you
Nananananinanana