It's a miracle if we talk
and at night we no longer kiss
It's impossible to be with you anymore
you have become my worst enemy
where are the memories
carisias, details and so many moments
those victories that we achieved together
with this routine they have already been forgotten
we get used to them
we are so bad that we no longer touch each other
the world has died passion has died the desire
I still kiss you, I would like to think that I still love you
we get used to
hurting each other, insulting each other, hurting each other
watching the days go by and we hardly talk and It hurts us so much
there is no point in living deceived
just lying to ourselves
we get used to it
we get used to it
we are so bad that we no longer touch each other
the passion has died, the desire has died
I still kiss you, I would like to think that I still love you
we get used to it
has hurt each other, has insulted each other, has hurt each other
let's see the days go by and we hardly speak and it hurts us so much
there is no point in living deceived
just lying to ourselves
we get used to it
just lying to ourselves
we get used to it