Sitting here, on the edge of my bed
where my fame ends
my pride and my vanity
Sitting here, I think I can be honest
I said I hate you and I love you
That is the pure truth
It does not matter if you make fun of this love
there is nothing as my pain gets worse
I reach its maximum
you made me minimal
Sitting here, in the bed where I dream
that one day I'm your owner again
although I never really went
Sitting here to the heart I ask
yes when I am deceased
he will forget about you
It does not matter if you make fun of this love
there is nothing as my pain gets worse
I reach its maximum
you made me minimal
Sitting here on the edge of my bed
where your disdain nests
your forgetfulness and my loneliness
Sitting here I think I can be honest
I said I hate you and I love you
That is the pure truth
It does not matter if you make fun of this love
not nothing as my pain gets worse
I reach its maximum
you made me a minimum (2)
Only among all we can make this a better place :)