What
am I to you? I'd like to know it 'cause everything about you hurts me,
hurts me 'cause I bleed rivers of sadness every day, hurts me 'cause I always
expect somethin' more and I feel myself betrayed, fooled, disappointed... I
guess you're not interested about me, I have nothing special but love for you.
It's always the same; different man, different girl, same broken heart.
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