I guess I was afraid to be with someone I actually knew, someone that could say or do things that would hurt me.
You fall in love with the perfect image of the person, and not the person himself. You imagine it's real love, but it's not.
And after a while it gets depressing to give love but get nothing back, because how could you get something back when the person doesn't even know you exist?
The love is unreal - the hurt is true.
Me sigue rodeando
La sombra de ti
Y siguen rodando por ahi
Todas las palabras que dijimos
Y los besos que nos dimos
Como siempre
Hoy estoy
Pensando en ti
La sombra de ti
Y siguen rodando por ahi
Todas las palabras que dijimos
Y los besos que nos dimos
Como siempre
Hoy estoy
Pensando en ti
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