Did you think I was like that too?,
That you can forget me in an instant,
And that I'd throw myself in, begging and sobbing,
Under the hooves of a horse, hearing your wild cry?
No, honey, you made a terrible mistake.,
You don't know my heart.
Love is not a plea at the door,
And the flame that burns one.
Did you think I'd humiliate myself?,
Asking for your attention?
Lying at my feet, begging me to stay,
And be just a doctor for you?
Oh no, my pride is not broken.,
The soul does not know slavery.
May your memory be complete,
Just an echo of the old fire.
I'll drink this bitterness to the dregs.,
And I'll take the pain into silence.
And you won't see that story.,
Where would I drown without you?
Go your own way,
And seek happiness far away.
And I'm going to stay here with anxiety.,
And I'll keep my pride.
Did you think I was like that too
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