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Love hurts, love burns,
And you start crying suddenly in rage.
It's selfish, right? It's selfish, right? So don't you think society made a mistakes?
But one day words will just become wind.
It's absurd, right? It's absurd, right? Someone's intrest in their lover changes with their tastes.
When someone who's hollow changes by inhaling,
So does what they hold. We're young, right? We're young, right? Sometimes we become hindered.
Someone who speaks selfishly will not have a long life.
When I'm sad, when I'm sad, the night is unbearable.
My cheeks are soaked with these tears and just when they start to dry, love fails me again. We should have avoided this now,
With the insecurities ahead of us,
It's troubling, right. It's troubling, right? The way this has been painted, patience is impossible,
But we're unable to decide on the road to take
You can't sleep, right? You can't sleep, right? Whenever the grass next door is random and sensible, you think of him and her.
The lover who's next door is important! Take care of them! We're young, right? We're young, right? Sometimes we become hindered.
Someone who speaks selfishly will not have a long life.
When we're sad, when we're sad, the night is unbearable.
My cheeks are soaked with these tears and just when they start to dry, love fails me again.