My phone rings,
it's another text from you,
you know what strategy to use
to get me to fall for you again.
You want to manipulate me
as if I were made of paper,
who are you trying to deceive?
you slip over my skin again.
[Chorus]
I won't be
a whim of yours this time,
a craving, just a plan B,
your emergency exit.
I played
pretend, that everything was going fine
and that I hadn't fallen in love,
I was your friend with benefits,
without the right to love.
I waited so many nights
for a new end to this story
and no matter what I imagined,
I'd be awakened by reality.
You want to manipulate me
as if I were made of paper,
who are you trying to deceive?
you slip over my skin again.
[Chorus] [x2]
Without the right to love,
without the right to love,
without the right to love, love.