Responde

When I'm finished
I always go to her
And she responds
I'm in a bad mood
I want her by my side
And she responds
I'll be her sickness
That she can't cure
Life goes by
Taking care of mine
I'm her obsession
Her heart at my command
Respond
When I'm at my limit
I need her more
Respond
Always drunk
She always comes back to me
She responds
I'll be her sickness
Incurable sickness
In five senses
I always forget her
And when the emptiness comes
Without her I don't live, no no
Life goes by
Taking care of mine
I'm her obsession
Her heart at my command
Respond