ANÁLISIS | SIGNIFICADO
'Tell me a story where we all change and live our lives together, not estranged. I didn't lose my mind, it was mine to give away. Couldn't bear to see me cry, you didn't have the time, so I softly slipped away. No regrets, they don't work, only hurt. Sing me a love song, drop me a line. It's just a point of view, but they say I'm doing fine.
From the outside, we looked good together, but things went wrong when you didn't like my mother. I don't want to hate, but that's all you've left me with, a bitter aftertaste and a fantasy of how we could've lived. No regrets, they don't work, only hurt. They're still talking, the demons in your head. If I could stop hating you, I'd feel sorry for us instead.
Remember the photographs, the laughter, the time of our lives. No regrets, they don't work, only hurt. Write me a love song, drop me a line. It's just a point of view, but they say I'm doing fine. Everything I wanted to be, every time I walked away, every time you told me to leave, I just wanted to stay. Every smile, every look, every time I felt empty, like a child.
I loved the laughter, the smiles, but now I think of someone else instead. The love we once had is officially dead.'
