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Hate
At four o'clock in the morning, the photos slide
And your false happy poses repeat themselves
I make your eyes bigger
I'd want to understand
If you ever forgot a second of lying
Look in every nuance of your eyes
To save just your memory as well
And I'm left with nothing but
Hating
So I can endure
The bursts of pain
And see you moving away
And hating until I massacre myself
And admit the mistake
Of having spent too much love
That will never come back
Your world hides
In a phone call
Together with your insecurities
That destroy
Every relation of yours
Every story of yours
Just like it destroyed me in anxiety and threw me in the air
Each time you left the room
And left me with this feeling of impotence
And I'm left with nothing but
Hating
So I can endure
The bursts of pain
And see you moving away
And hating until I massacre myself
And admit the mistake
Of having spent too much love
That will never come back
At five o'clock in the morning, the photos slide
And your fake well-behaved repeat themselves
I make your eyes bigger, I'd want to die
I understand that I'll never be able to forgive you
But hating
So I can endure
The bursts of pain
And see you moving away
And hating until I massacre myself
And admit the mistake of having spent too much love
That will never come back
Hating
Hating
Hating
Hating
Hating
Hating
Hating
Don Juan✕
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