hurts but love hurts a falsetto treacherous love you,
and it hurts even deeper and more deep. It hurts but love hurts
the uncertainty of a sincere hug,
and pain, as a scourge of the underworld. Duele
hating myself for having caused any damage,
and hurts, to think that you lied. Duele
hating myself for being a participant of this cruel hoax,
and it hurts, it hurts so much, who would say.
Each day that passes is one more of my time, I look forward
Hourly your forgiveness,
haunts me every minute another soul in torment. Each
I miss is a blow to the reason you want is
Each holy water poisoning,
Each adore is a push to the heart.
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