What's so very strange
If I don't love like others
Am I too insecure
Yes, I admit I'm sincere
But I don't find it so absurd
If every now and then I eat tears
And I get lost

Yes, but you still say I'm tired
There's something missing
My heart is a bit confused
Who knows if one day I'll get married
But I enjoy an advantage
That you don't focus on now
Because you don't have the courage

Because you are
Without love
Yes, you are
Without love

And your hands are empty
The words a bit stolen
Your eyes are turned off
Like the darkness of moments
Your mouth a bit liar
Those who don't look at you don't know
And your nights are eternal
Maybe it's better not to talk about it

When you are
Without love
Yes, you are
Without love

I hate your disconnected dreams
Your always shaken nerves
And your coffee getting more bitter
Its color like your future
And your thoughts are always lazy
Your earnings almost always thin
And your stories that make no sense
And I feel bad only if I think about it

That you are
Without love
Yes, you are
Without love

And now enough I have to go
I need to talk
With people who believe in it
Who open up to the world and don't close
While you don't want to eat
Let alone if you want to study
You get up tired in the morning and you've been sighing for a week

Because you are
Without love
Now you are
Without love

What's so very strange
If I don't love like others
Am I too insecure
Yes, I admit I'm sincere
But I don't find it so absurd
If every now and then I eat tears
And I get lost

Yes, but you still say I'm tired
There's something missing
My heart is a bit confused
Who knows if one day I'll get married
But I enjoy an advantage
That you don't focus on now
Because you don't have the courage

Because you are
Without love
Yes, you are
Without love

Because you are (I hate your disconnected dreams, your always shaken nerves)
Without love (and your coffee getting more bitter, its color like your future)
Yes, you are (and your thoughts are always lazy, your earnings almost always thin)
Without love (and your stories that make no sense, and I feel bad only if I think about it)

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