How much I told you
That this will change
I never gave any reason
You warn me, teach me
Talk about what was for you
Won't save me from living
Who is more sentimental than me?
I said and even so it couldn't be helped
From so much I tell you
You subverted what was a feeling and thus
Made it reason to lose yourself
In the abyss that is thinking and feeling
She's more sentimental than me
So it's fine
If I suffer a little more
!If she talks to you like that, with so many roundabouts, it's to seduce you and see you looking for the meaning of what you would casually listen to. If she were direct you would 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