I have to be clear:
I don't lament myself,
I don't regret having to let you go,
that I know I deserve more than what you've given
And that it hurts, you, faking honesty
I don't get along with betrayals,
I accept I still dedicate you songs,
maybe not the same we used to listen to,
If you gave just a little, and so I was gone, clearly 1
Today, today is one of those days when I cry,
I suffer with a memory,
that one day I was happy with your kisses,
but now I can't afford to miss you
finally I'm made out of flesh
don't think that because it was me, it hurts less.
And I know you maybe think I left too early,
that I could've tried it even more,
we could spend a thousand nights fighting over this.
But, today, today is one of those days when I cry,
I suffer with a memory,
that one day I was happy with your kisses,
but now I can't afford to miss you
finally I'm made out of flesh
don't think that because it was me, it hurts less.
it doesn't hurt less.
Forget you and take your memory out of me,
and despite tomorrow I'll look forward, it hurts a lot, a lot, my love
but today, is one of those days when I cry,
that I suffer with the memory
that one day I was happy with your kisses,
Now I can afford to miss you
finally I'm made out of flesh
don't think that because it was me, it hurts less.
1. Not totally sure