Qué Triste (feat. Hens)

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What I hate most about myself is what brings us closer
How sad to be sad and not know what's wrong with you
I lose what I have looking for what I never had

It's not that everything has changed, it's that I see it differently
And uglier every day, even if you see me prettier
Smoking indoor
Making myself cross-eyed
And before releasing it, I would erase my disk
I, who live in love with the energy of a Sunday
I lost you looking to feel what we had at the beginning
It's always my moment, but I'm never ready
If there are no two alike, why do you seek the same?

How, how, how can you?
How can you not?
You've been staring at the screens for I don't know how many hours
And he won't come out of the photo to tell you he loves you
It says more how you leave, than how you arrive
I'm smoking a weed that's killer
But it doesn't hit me that hard, enough to forget who you are
Everyone consoles themselves as they want and manages as they can

I've been crying for you and it's not that much
I've been at the top and it's not that much
I can't explain it: I go blank
I don't care, I'm going to sleep without talking about it

And it's me
What I hate most about myself
Is what brings us closer
How sad to be sad and not know what's wrong with you
I lose what I have looking for what I never had
How sad that when everything is going well, it bores me

How sad
That I'm a liar is the most sincere thing I'm going to tell you
And how sad
I asked you to stay
And I feel much less alone since you left
I never post anything about us
The moon is not the same in photos
I only talk about it well if I get high
How do I fill myself up if the good tastes like little?

Closed from the outside
Sad and without shame
How to stay without wanting to see each other
And even if it hurts us, there will be no way
To force anyone to love
I don't know how long we've been like this
I wrote it to you, I'm not made for you
And you know it's not, but you feel like it is

I've been crying for you and it's not that much
I've been at the top and it's not that much
I can't explain it: I go blank
And I don't care, I'm going to sleep without talking about it

And it's me
What I hate most about myself
Is what brings us closer
How sad to be sad and not know what's wrong with you
I lose what I have looking for what I never had
How sad that when everything is going well, it bores me

How sad that when everything is going well, it bores me
How sad that when everything is going well, it bores me