Maybe stop thinking in love stories would help me...
I'm all day, all days recreating in my head perfect moments where we love each other...
And that's what hurts me the most when then I realize that he's not what he was...
He's some kind of clown that fell too deep in his stupid play...
And that's the stupid true...
He's not the one I loved that much...
He's just another stupid client of that prostitutes...
Yeah, I know is a little crazy... He hates me and I hate him... Isn't weird?