Amarga

It's hard to accept
That we are made of things that are dropped around
I pick up the leftovers and use them to feed myself
I pretend, but I don't pretend well

I only exist in your depression
I only exist in your depression

I collect the sadness that is dropped on the floor
I'm good for nothing
Unless I give in to the pressure

I'll forgive
Forgive you
The frank absence
And the twisted return
I'll help
I'll help you
Give you a hand
Become more bitter

I only exist in your depression

I think about ignoring
The messages you send when you remember me
You keep me for months
And, before you know it, I win
I pretend, but I won't change
I pretend

I'll forgive
Forgive you
The frank absence
And the twisted return
I'll help
I'll help you
Give you a hand
Become more bitter

I only exist in your depression