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Today is one of those days when
The moral crisis 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 Civic 96, the perfect maneuver to retire the king
You are like Cassius Clay, I am a modern boxer, capable of dying young just to be eternal
Because believe me, I try and I can't do it
That's why for your parents I am an infamous
But come on, I'm better at fucking than rapping
You know
I know you're imagining it
I'm at a really bad crossroads
He says he loves me but he doesn't forgive me anymore
I am an uncrowned king rejected by the throne
Although you came to love me, you didn't explain it to me how
Maybe you idealized me and I'm not what you imagined
Maybe someone better will come to clean up our mess
Maybe I'm wrong, well I'm sure of that
We went 180 to crash into the wall

Restless nights touching my loneliness
Undoing you in my bed while anxiety arrives
Believe me, I already understood, damn it, I already understood
I'm a son of a bitch and that's why I lost you
I'm nostalgic remembering the last stick
Today I can understand that it was your last gift
They are whole nights trapped in my armchair
A domesticated wolf singing in the room

There is nothing sadder in this tragicomedy
How to give it your all and still come up short
Waiting with my false illusions
That you just leave or that better times will come
It makes me angry to know that you feel bad and miss me
You look in the mirror and secretly deceive yourself
I am writing this letter to you, please come back soon
Don't take too long, I'm going crazy