My love...
What a convenient situation, you have shaped my heart
with the scraps of your love...
Because of you, I don't believe in myself,
and still you ask for more...
I have nothing left, what do you want from me?
What gives you the right to make me suffer?
Save your words and let me go..
Whoever said a lie could make you happy
more than the truth, my love, wasn't speaking of me...
My love...
If there's no other adjective
for this love so disparaging,
tell me... what the hell are you doing with me?
and what am I doing here?
Because still you ask for more...
I have nothing left, what do you want from me?
What gives you the right to make me suffer?
Save your words and let me go..
Whoever said a lie could make you happy
more than the truth, my love, wasn't speaking of me...
If you ever loved me, just let me go
let me go....
I have nothing left, what do you want from me?
What gives you the right to make me suffer?
Save your words and let me go..
Whoever said a lie could make you happy
more than the truth, my love, wasn't speaking of me...