I felt like running, and not coming back
to tear the light from my eyes, and not seeing anymore
I felt like running away from my skin, to die
and I was left like a statue and I saw it I saw him speaking in another woman's ear stealing my hours of pleasure I saw him, I saw him stabbing me with the dagger of his betrayal making my oak a version
I saw it, I saw it
I wanted to be a part, and not feel
I wanted to be a good actress, to laugh
I wanted to be a criminal, to kill
and I just left, I left, I left
carrying the pain on my back
looking like crazy for a reason
why? why?
naked of his love I don't know who I am
if I don't go hand in hand where do I go
without him, who am I
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