Non Amo

I don't love those who talk too much, but never get to the point
I don't love those who smile when they lose and ask for a high five
I don't love this politics soaked in respectability
The phrases that hit hard like: I’m falling but I’m holding on

I don't love the photos posted for advertising purposes
Your sweet words in big bold letters
I don't love the religion that moves forward while stepping back
I don't love those who preach but curse in their heads
I don't love your faces, that's why I don't get confused
I don't love my own face, that's why I don't know myself
I don't love your uniforms where you feel strong
You’re not what you wear, but what you dream at night

I don't love it when you look at me and my skin crawls
Because being less strong will make me a bit sadder
I don't love those who say: I win and then fail the next second
I don't love those who smile here, but deep down don’t know if they exist

I don't love the tight hands at the end of a night
It means there’s a hidden agreement in what’s been
I don't love those who have the power to rise without a call
Those who got straight A's in school and said: I didn’t study

I don't love the written invites to parties of cool people
Because I was the one you always kept at a distance
Yeah, the one who had a dream as his only weapon
Yeah, the one you called: That weird guy who sings

I don't love those who complain that the world doesn’t understand them
If while saying it, they wait for the weather to clear up
I don't love your questions about the meaning of my silences
I speak when I’m quiet, hiding my teeth in my eyes

I don't love it when I come back alone and lock the door
I look in the mirror and don’t know who I’m looking at anymore
I don't love those who describe me in three words over two pages
I don't love this money, it just makes me fragile