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Today is one of those days when
The raw morale is at its peak
I've been thinking that
I don't even know what I've been thinking but
She's like... I don't know, she's like

She's a Bugatti, I'm a '96 Civic, the perfect maneuver to retire the king
You're like almost is play and a punch is modern capable of dying young just to be eternal
Because believe me, I try and it doesn't work out
That's why to your parents I'm infamous
But come on, I'm better at fucking than rapping
You know
I know you're imagining it
I'm in a really tough predicament
She says she loves me but she doesn't forgive me anymore
I'm a king without a crown rejected by the throne
Even though you came to love me, she didn't explain it to me like that
Maybe you idealized me and I'm not as you imagined
Maybe someone better arrived to clean up our mess
Maybe I was wrong, well, I'm sure of that
We went 180 to crash into the wall

Restless nights touching my loneliness
Unraveling in my bed while anxiety arrives
Believe me, I already understood damn it I understood
That I'm a son of a bitch and that's why I lost you
I'm nostalgic for giving the final blow
Today I can understand that it was your last gift
Whole nights trapped in my armchair
A domesticated wolf singing in the room

There's nothing sadder in this tragicomedy
Like giving it all and still falling short
Waiting with my false hopes
For you to just leave or for better times to come
It angers me to know that you feel bad and miss me
That you look in the mirror and subtly deceive yourself
I write you this letter, please come back soon
Don't take too long, I'm going crazy