It's best is to tell the truth
though it hurts, though it hurts,
what I feel is alive, it's real,
and the hot blood burns me.
I've passed through life keeping it quiet,
I don't breathe, I don't laugh, I can't be me,
and at night, hugging the pillow,
I desire your love.
On this night I think of you
and stay awake, I die, oh, oh, oh,
imagining that I love you
and pull your hair, oh, oh, oh,
Chain me up, I'm going to be your prisoner,
Can't you see I'm dying of love?
Of love.
Oh, oh, oh...
I'm not going to keep it to myself anymore,
and I take it outside,
I don't care what they might think,
if your boyfriend gets mad, what a pity.
I'm not going to die without even trying
for you to stay with me and letting yourself be loved,
I don't give up and forever pursue
my happiness.
On this night I think of you
and stay awake, I die, oh, oh, oh,
imagining that I love you
and pull your hair, oh, oh, oh,
Chain me up, I'm going to be your prisoner,
Can't you see I'm dying of love?
Of love.
Oh, oh, oh...