I know you're saying I do not love you
that the least expected day I'll leave you,
that you have always loved me, that I was the first,
When I leave, you're going to miss me.
That story you tell, pure lies,
because I've always been, always the loser
I am of the two, sure, who else has wanted
And I never forget what I have suffered because of so much love.
You, paper heart
that you do not understand love, or know how to love.
That you do not cry for anyone, sowing slights;
You mistreat my life and you almost forgot
that you are my wife,
paper heart.
That story you tell, pure lies,
because I've always been, always the loser
I am of the two, sure, who else has wanted
And I never forget what I have suffered because of so much love.
You, paper heart
that you do not understand love, or know how to love.
That you do not cry for anyone, sowing slights;
you mistreat my life and you almost forget
that you are my wife
paper heart
You, paper heart
that you do not understand love, or know how to love.
That you do not cry for anyone, sowing slights;
you mistreat my life and you almost forget
that you are my wife,
paper heart.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)