On my pillow, like a drawing
Like a stain
It's your mascara that smears
When we argue
Over a poorly made coffee
A trifle
When we fight, I would like
For us to laugh about it

If I love you, hurt me
If I love you
When I love you, hurt me
When I love you
If I love you, hurt me
If I love you
When I love you, I hurt
Me

And people don't understand
How we put up with it
That I blow my nose in your arms
Be my carrot
Taking the trouble to damage ourselves
Making scenes
Instead of loving and making love out of disgust for the damage

If I love you, hurt me
If I love you
When I love you, hurt me
When I love you
If I love you, hurt me
If I love you
When I love you, I hurt
Me

On my pillow like a drawing
Like a stain
It's your mascara that smears
When we argue
And this pillow by tomorrow
After the storm
Will be a witness that we know well
How to turn the page

If I love you, hurt me
If I love you
When I love you, hurt me
When I love you
If I love you, hurt me
If I love you
When I love you, I hurt

Me

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