Even more than before,
now from me, too.
I don’t feel anything anymore.
It’s over, now I might as well tell you to be friends,
because now I don’t feel anything anymore.
I’m not down almost thinking about it anymore,
one of these days, it will definitely be.
Will we meet again in some memories of both?
Then let me know if you wanna be friends,
in any context,
“Restricted” or not.
Tell me if you want to love me,
you tell me, because then I didn’t feel like it anymore.
Even the heart has given up,
Then I’m tired of talking about it,
I’m tired of debating,
I’m tired of all this wrong …
I wish I could find a way to get you back,
to make you fall in love (?)
to let you rediscover the spontaneity of this knowledge,
when we were happy to see each other,
And that’s why I let it go,
because as I did before,
I miss the rosiest expectations, it could have happened.
Come by, I would like to see you again, but I don’t want to force it,
it would be better to do it free,
rather than like this: torn apart.
We lost each other,
no one has won,
There is no doubt,
And those fools thought they can really fuck with me,
We got lost, nobody wins, again.
Congratulations to the world,
congratulations to the bullshit of this town,
with his shit,
that makes people lose
who only knows how to cut.
How much it makes me sick,
how much it makes me throw up,
think these things and in this way?
To be forced,
how much does it disgust me not to feel anything?
How much “cynicism” disgusts me.
But, I’ll put you aside,
I will keep in a hidden place,
the desire to love you,
the desire to see you again.
I close this book,
someone tells me that it will be revived,
that therefore, this is the right choice.