Maybe it would be better
If you didn't come back
Maybe it would be better
If you forgot me.
To return is to start
To torment ourselves;
To love us in order to hate us,
br/>Without beginning or end.
We have done so much to each other,
So much damage;
What love between us
It is martyrdom,
He never wanted to come
Disappointment,
Neither forgetfulness, nor delirium,
We will always remain the same.
Affection like ours
It is a punishment,
That is carried in the soul
br/>Until death
My luck needs
Your luck,
And you need me much more.
That's why there will never be goodbye
Nor will there be any peace to console us,
The passage of pain
It must find us,
On our knees in life
Face to face and nothing more

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