What’s happening to our love? Can you hear me? I can’t hear you. Did it hurt when I said “this is the final time” to you? You told me: “get your end”, and it was, just a memory. But I have a question: What is love? Don’t burn me! I don’t want to need your fire and you made me tired, yet at night. I’m so naïve you’re so naughty. Baby it’s not fair. Guess what: nothing was real. So give you hell. I thought you loved me, but it was just an imagination and I can’t believe it anymore. Darling, I have a question: What is love? Don’t burn me!
Tell me boy, are you crying? You tired me. Do you love me? What are you thinking of?
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