Displicente

Living together is bad
I know it's a phase or something like that
But every time I enter the room, you lose sleep and want to leave
I arrive in the living room and you leave too
You pretend to call your parents
We're living this theater day after day

We are dominated by attachment
But this way we won't have peace
We want time, but no one wants to confess
Preferring to keep quiet

I saw you crying through the mirror
You were scared, with red eyes
You no longer take care of yourself as before, careless
But among friends you act naturally
Maintaining appearances for society
Two truths that don't match
And this atmosphere makes love fade

And to reverse
You have to understand
That this atmosphere makes love fade
And makes us suffer
Try to understand
And this atmosphere makes love fade