The more you talk about it,
The more you get away from me...
the more i think about it,
the more i hate you for all of it...
Good times we shared along are not enough to compensate
for all sorrows you have given me, are the reason for me to hate...
You lied to me for a reason small enough,
But you did it every time i had made myself tough...
I Wish you had come and told the truth to me...
But you were happy and enjoying the fool you made out of me...

Pri.....