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You play hard to get
Because I'm not the link you dream of
Don't put me in that role
I prefer blank pages
Nothing more, no corks on the skin
Don't collect what's already on the skin
What are you ashamed of? But I already told you
I don't buy into that, no matter how sensitive you are
Like a compact disc

You don't come and set the rules
You poke, you shout, but never celebrate
Believe me, this is part of it, they are breaks
I don't want you to be part of the breaks
Stop the crap, and snotty collaborations
I'm also tired of living through rigorous discussions
And no matter how you come with sly intentions
I don't suffer from love depressions
You come and go, perfect, cancel and enjoy
I'm not good with cards and roses
Don't you get tired of our, bruises and the voice
Growing, but I take it without pink expressions
All this is light and not heavy and (?bevy?)
That's how you take what you should and aim
She says what she shouldn't and lots of lies
I don't need that, baby sitters don't work for me

From the beginning I had seen illusions like crazy
And your accusations just to see if it stuck
It didn't make sense, the temperament didn't match
I know I was screwed in that
The atmosphere at home is already bad, it continues and doesn't stop
The insults don't stop, they don't like you
My mother only talks to me about the places where she sees you
And I try to cover up so they don't continue
Mom, you're wrong, don't try to set me up with a partner
He's already been stabbed, do you think he's a bed of roses?
Daughter, you have a degree and he's a barber
Do you think you'll have an organized life
With a partner like that?

Do you want to have a life together
With a partner like that?
Seeing him arrive and having to put him in the bathroom times
Countless times and then lose count
And I don't want you to go through what mom faces
It's not a good environment, daughter, you're in the area, feel it
The problems of the house daily
You want to talk about suffering

Feel free, I'm not shy
My mother raised two children
With just a minimum wage
Apart from water, electricity, and gas
Expenses that the house brings
Time slows down and you don't give
For her to go through you
Like a candle burning the weed
You feel me nighting the weed
I wonder if it's worth being here
Since back in the days

And it's good that you put this
In the middle of your conscience
Only my mother changes
My means of survival
And it's your requests that annoy me
I don't care about your parents, if they think
I have an ugly appearance
Pff, I can't believe
There are still those who criticize
Without first knowing the kind
Of people they have in the cube