How much did I tell you
That this would change
I never gave a reason
You advising me, teaching me
Speaking of what was for you
Won't free me from living
Who's more sentimental than me?
I said and even so, it couldn't be averted
From so much of me telling you
You subverted what was an emotion and like that
Made of it reason to lose yourself
In the abyss that is thinking and feeling
She's more sentimental than me
So take care
If I suffer a little more
"If she tells you like that, with so many detours, it's to seduce you and see you looking for the meaning of that which you would hear displeasingly. If she was direct with you, you'd reject her."
I only accept the condition of having you just for me
I know, it's not like that, but let it be
I only accept the condition of having you just for me
I know, it's not like that, but let me pretend and laugh