I already knew he wouldn't come
I already knew it was a lie
How much time I lost for him
What a broken promise unfulfilled

They are loves
Problematic
Like you
Like me

It's the wait on a phone
The adventure of the illogical
The madness of the magical
A poison without antidote

The bitterness
Of the ephemeral
Because he
He left
Loves
Loves

Loves, so strange that
They make you cynical
They make you smile
Between tears

How many pages
Hypothetical
Not to write
The authentic ones

They are loves that
Only at our age
Get confused in our spirits
They question you and never let you see
If they will be love or pleasure

And how many nights will I cry for him
How many times will I read again
Those letters that I received
When my sorrows were joys

They are loves
Sporadic
But in you
They will remain

Loves, so strange that
They come and go
That in your heart
They will survive

They are stories that
You will always tell
Without knowing if they are
True

They are loves (they are loves that)
Fragile (only at our age)
Prisoners (get confused in)
Accomplices (our spirit)

They are loves (they are such loves)
Problematic (problematic)
Like you (that will hide)
Like me (from both of us)

They are loves (they are loves that)
Fragile (come and go)
Prisoners (are stories that)
Accomplices (you will always tell)
So strange that they live denying themselves
Hiding from both of us

I already knew he wouldn't come
This time I will promise myself
I want a sincere love
Now without him
Uh-uh-uh
Now without him, oh-oh

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