Pa, la, la, la, la, la, la
Pa, la, la, la, la, la, la
Pa, la, la, la, la, la, la

It's true that she is beautiful
Feeling erased, she no longer trusts herself
Hides behind her fake smiles, regrets by the shovel
Her eyes in distress but no one answers the call
She knows that tomorrow won't be better
Starts to think about her goodbyes
Writes in her book that it's enough
It wasn't like this in the past
But since then the flowers have wilted
She has lost her heart forever
Her soul also has lesions
Things that time doesn't give us back

She will tell you that she is fine
But she feels bad all alone
Her bag in her hand
Three pills in her mouth
It will be better tomorrow
She repeats in doubt
She got lost in the void
Without a map, without a compass

Milla takes drugs
But gets closer to death
Pa, pa, la, la, pa, pa

Milla takes drugs, yeah
But gets closer to death
Pa, pa, la, la, pa

You just pile up the tears
Worries pile up
Yesterday was better
And you dwell on the past
Loneliness drowns you, you slowly sink under the water
You found yourself alone against all those who bewitch you
But you were the most beautiful
But you've become the most soiled
Now you think about how much it sucks
To have given your trust to a nobody
It's hard and then how the pains and drugs
All you want is to escape all these sums
For you it's fake, your heart is in pieces
But someone chose you among all these thousands of prey
No one suspects it but it's you
Hard to live with as a precedent
And you lose your mind but nothing gets resolved
You only see illusions of this world, you isolate and stop
I know you won't make more effort
To this girl you say no
To this Milla you say fake

She will tell you that she is fine
But she feels bad all alone
Her bag in her hand
Three pills in her mouth
It will be better tomorrow
She repeats in doubt
She got lost in the void
Without a map, without a compass

Milla takes drugs
But gets closer to death
Pa, pa, la, la, pa, pa

Milla takes drugs, yeah
But gets closer to death
Pa, pa, la, la, pa

Impossible to explain to you why she hurts
Like a colorblind person in front of a northern light
You've lost weight, it's because of your anxiety
You change sidewalks so they don't cross you
Tears flow on your cheeks like rain on roofs
Realizing that he took advantage of you
Lying on the floor, you think about if you were dead
You think about it over and over and over and over and over
(But she feels bad all)

She will tell you that she is fine
But she feels bad all alone
Her bag in her hand
Three pills in her mouth
It will be better tomorrow
She repeats in doubt
She got lost in the void
Without a map, without a compass

Milla takes drugs
But gets closer to death
Pa, pa, la, la, pa, pa

Milla takes drugs, yeah
But gets closer to death
Pa, pa, la, la, pa

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