In hindsight I don't know if I would get back
The enthusiasm
I had for us and never reciprocated
Because in short you are not so innocent
Nor transparent as I imagined
I spent my time, my time though
If it was worth it, I don't know now
I'm inclined to tell you no
To you who don't give
You don't give anything other than your profile
And you don't grant more
Tell me in this story
What my benefit will be
If in your every victory
The sacrifice is a symbol
It is not, it is not, that mine for you
I raised for you to the sky for you
/>Cathedrals, without ever
Not even once, you opening a door for me
Chasing a tomorrow that isn't there yet
In my hands, and not even for you
Where is the meaning in the end? Tell me in this story What will be my benefit If in my memory The sacrifice is It's single
It's not, it's not, that my
It's not because, for you
I have no more tears
/>You tell me in this story, what will be
My benefit, if for every one of your victories
The sacrifice is single, with hindsight
I don't know if I would get it back 'enthusiasm

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