You know the great love I feel for you and you take advantage of me
You call me, you use me, you look for me and you despise me and I'm still there
I live in a seesaw, being a toy of the desires of your soul
being in your arms I feel in a bubble, in a glass paradise
But then you look at me, your look is empty and cold, my bubble breaks and I fall into a torrent
My desolate and messy feelings in a desert of love
but you know here I am, here I continue, until the end of my days I am waiting for you
For the crumbs of love, for your abstract feelings, for the little you give me.
