All those people say that they love you
All those people say that they hate you
And you go
And you start getting confused.
It's like being an amoeba
Without an obverse or a reverse
The eternal illusion
That you are going
And you are starting to repeat yourself...
The more you forget
The more you force me
To feel this feeling
The more you force me
The more you forget
This feeling
You are good in bed
And you know how to keep a secret
Until your body breaks.
And you go
And you start
Dividing yourself.
Prudence is not the doubt
I fell unprepared
Today you look so appropriate
And you start
And you start getting to know me.
The more you forget
The more you force me
To feel this feeling
(The more you force me
You forget
This feeling.)