Fan

Fan, fan, fan, fan.
Fan of everything that happened to us
the day I met you,
your bad vibes dazzled me.

Let's calculate what happened to us
How much money I've lost on you.
Millions, thousands, of words.

I will continue to be your fan
If you allow me to
follow you and you don't say anything.

I will stop being your fan today,
as long as you know who I am,
when you no longer cost me anything.

Fan of everything that happened to us,
of being hooked on your illusion,
which sometimes fades for me.

Fan of everything that happened to us
the day I met you,
the day there was a connection. Fan.