Cupido

Cupid is an angel
And he works with arrows
He is in charge of bringing together
Two beings or even more

Condemned to watch
How others fall in love
He must wonder
If he will ever be touched

Something always troubles him
And that is that nobody thinks of him
While he is thinking of everyone
Thinking of everyone

Disconsolate he goes
In search of answers
He took a big arrow
And without hesitation, he pierced himself

A crimson liquid
Started to flow from his chest
His answer is clear
He will never fall in love

Something always troubles him
And that is that nobody thinks of him
While he is thinking of everyone
Thinking of everyone

Something always troubles him
And that is that nobody thinks of him
While he is thinking of everyone
Nobody thinks of him