Sinto

I feel you are no longer the one from the past
I feel that even I in your life are too much
I remember when you came to my shack
Marked by discouragement
Compassionately I offered you my bread
And now that you no longer need the one who helped you
You come to simply say that our love has ended
Don't think I will suffer
Don't judge me unhappy, unhappy
Life is a win-lose
Smile at your feat
Who strikes today, will be struck tomorrow.