Nothing real, nothing new, nothing more than what you hear
in a little while, in a moment of weakness
the same constant error, a step forward and two steps back
the same stone in a journey of which I do not see the end
As we continue like yesterday, fleeing from a reality
to which I am not a genius, or perhaps it is you who should not be a genius to me
Laughing to forget, for crying need
and even if I did not want to lie to
I did not even tell the truth
Perhaps there is too much pain in me
too little courage
to tell you goodbye
Already ... do not you ever say goodbye.
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