You see times I tell you jokes you don’t laugh at
and all the times I will flirt with your ego,
it was a nuisance to me, it was a gnat.
what I felt for you was soccer in Rio.
do you know how water tastes in the morning?
if you can tell then, I was a mosquito
while we made love, you didn’t like the moaning
with all I gave you still had me in your mind
and when I asked “what’s wrong?” you tell me nothing.
just know while I’m gone, my kind you will not find
I’ll not let myself enter this room of pain
not again, my feelings are no longer blind.
I will not go this way to finish with sprain,
know that I never ever loved you in vain.