Friday I get up, my head hurts
The hangover that weighs on me, the immoral physical one
Because you left me messed up, because without your love I'm doing awful
How slowly time passes, the feeling attacks me
You won't look for me and I want to call you
But I won't do it, today my pride will rescue me
I'm a rag, even the mirror scolds me
But I'd rather be dead than have you see me like this
But I'm fine, I'm going to be fine
I want to be, yes, yes I know I do
No, bipolar heart, because I laugh first
Because the reality is that I say that I don't love you
And the best part is that when I remember you
I remember the bad, what was more than the good
You left me messed up, it's that without your love I'm doing awful
I'm a rag, even the mirror scolds me
But I'd rather be dead than have you see me like this
But I'm fine, I'm going to be fine
I want to be, yes, yes I know I do
No, bipolar heart, because I laugh first
Because the reality is that I say that I don't love you
I blame the soap operas, I curse their plots
How stupid it is to cry and how cheesy what I feel is
To believe that you'll come back right in the final episode
No, bipolar heart, because I laugh first
Because the reality is that I say that I don't love you
I don't love you and I want to
I don't love you and I want to come back