I know you don’t stop saying
that I don’t love you,
that the least expected day
I’ll leave you,
that you’ve always loved me,
that I was your first love,
that when I go
you’ll miss me.
That story you tell
is a pure lie,
because I have always been, always been a loser.
Of us two for sure I’m the one, who has loved more.
And I never forget what I have suffered
because of so much love.
You,
paper heart,
that doesn’t understand love nor know how to love,
that, sowing disappointment, doesn’t cry over anyone.
You mistreat my life and nearly forget
that you're my wife!
Paper heart!
That story you tell
is a pure lie,
because I have always been, always a loser.
Of us two for sure I’m the one, who has loved more.
And I never forget what I have suffered
because of so much love.
You,
paper heart,
that doesn’t understand love nor know how to love,
that, sowing disappointment, doesn’t cry over anyone.
You mistreat my life and nearly forget
that you're my wife!
Paper heart!
You,
paper heart,
that doesn’t understand love nor know how to love,
that, sowing disappointment, doesn’t cry over anyone.
You mistreat my life and nearly forget
that you're my wife!
Paper heart!