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Friend

(Boy)friend, you don't exist.
You don't call me because I don't pick up.
You don't visit me because I don't ask you to come.
I've always refused to learn your address.
 
(Girl)friend, you don't matter,
you don't have an opinion, I don't know what you like.
Whenever I run into you it's always a hold-up, and I find it hard to do sober.
 
Where is it that it's going to be? Who is it that's going to be there?
I don't even know what to wear.
I'm not in the mood to make myself over.
 
Because, (boy)friend, I don't know what's going on, but it's like this.
I very much like my house and myself.
My mess, my filth, my way of getting things done.
(Girl)friend, do you know what that is, to love yourself?
 
But the night comes,
makes me shut up.
Everyone is out there
and I am without anyone.
And once again, (boy)friend,
I want to talk to you, no, sorry
I want to hear you.
And now I miss what is tackiest in you,
and the joy of knowing that it's losing myself in you.
It's always late, friend,
that I see that what I love in you is what I hate in me.
 
if i translate poorly i can just hope that encourages someone to tell me better!


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