You left a while ago You decided that it wasn't right to love each other anymore Love hurts, you could kill me too I hope I'll save myself I'd like to die too when I think it's my fault And they're all as sweet as you hate me I'm getting high and it's not enough for me, it's a spell I'm about to do it again, I'm about to do it again, roulette rousseau I've spent my whole life with you But the truth is just a wound in the soul That will open up every time thoughts give you unrepeatable scenes Your lie to a girl from the outskirts And you, boy from the city Lost in your troubles You leave at three o'clock at night Tomorrow, I'll play with your friends You'll laugh at me, you won't believe me As if I were a fool With you, I lost half my life What can I do? Our leaves will bloom on you We are the end, if we want the end I'm uncontrollable What can I do? What can I do? With you, only a message will remain But the truth is just a wound in the soul That will open up every time thoughts give you unrepeatable scenes Your lie to a girl from the outskirts To a girl from the outskirts To a girl from the outskirts