I’m your man

I finished, destroyed, I think I will die
I can not stop thinking that you do not love me
If you really love me because I feel this emptiness to talk to you?
I see myself as a person who is well?
The tombs that fit are for you and me?
Or for you and your boyfriend?

I DO NOT stop suffering
I do not stop dying
Slowly

I can not stop thinking that you do not love me
If you really love me because I feel this emptiness to talk to you?

In a few days it will be your birthday, I suppose I will give you my love, because it is the only thing you can get away from me without ignoring it

I see myself as a person who is well?
The tombs that fit are for you and me?
Or for you and your boyfriend?