"Tell me, what did you expect?
Have you got no self respect?
Reputation to protect?
Soon you'll be a nervours wreck.

You're no friend of mine and I've known it for a while, you're just a wast of time..."

"over and over again
just like before..."

The glass is broken

There's a huge difference between being aware of something, and be told something.

It's almost like there's two "truths", they're exactly the same, but one burns harder than the other.

I guess this is called the ugly truth.

Bc

Unfortunatelly, there is a memory of us I really, really, really like.
Maybe this isn't so unfortunate.
Or maybe this is.
I'm not quite sure, after all...

I admit, I am glad this is over.

We don't hold hands, bc
I don't think I know how to be casual.

Apesar de tudo, confesso que gosto da minha vida clandestina.