It's true that I was not a flower
Our break-up won't hurt you
It's true I was wrong a lot
You'll live without me easily
It's true, I'm not little
Harm to someone, I won't admit
The prettiest doll I broke
I've ruined everything beautiful
It's true that I
Sometimes drank more
That I was with someone else
And drowned all your dreams
It's true
With you I wasn't able to
With you I didn't succeed
Because I loved you crazily
It's true that I'm selfish
Sometimes ordinary
But for once, admit to me
I was perfect to you
For your type, practice
For better days, a tragedy
But for once, admit to me
I was perfect for you
It's true that I was heavy
I was heavier with those mistakes
It's true if that means to you
Now with my permission, cry