Brigas

Just look
What foolishness the two of us
Fighting so much like this
If afterwards

We end up smiling
Making up in the end
Why mistreat love?
Love is not mistreated

Why? If what those people want
Is to see us apart
I fight
You also fight
For such trivial things

And love
In moments like these
Dies a little more
And when it dies, that's when we see
That it was me who died and it was you
Because without love
We are alone
We both die