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This isn't love!
It's a war between on two bodies!
Out of breath as you hold me close to you
I breath in the smeel of your skin
I'm cold after making love
There's nothing letf-only the movers
Of my hands on your back
The more you overwhelm me
The more i fade away
There's no more tenderness,
Only gestures that are hard, rough
When you hold me tight in your arms
And i tired
When you mouth, pressed hard on mine
Exhausts me and gives me your strenght
When everything you do makes me

And it hurts!
It hurts to love you like this
It hurts to know what doesn't exist
this sort of love hurts!

My whole body twists and breaks
When i feel your warmth enter my body
I'm tired of feeling so weakened
By a love which destroys me
Your affection is one long torture
And my soul is worm out from giving
More, always more
When your fingers slide ovr my body
When the shudders calm dowm and disappear
Into oblivion the “king” has “won”
It's the end of the soldier who
Who kills himself for him
Who can't stand up right
As on the battle-field
It's the strongest that wins

And it hurts!
It hurts to love you like this
It hurts to know what doesn't exist
This sort of love hurts!

And it hurts, all that hurts!
It hurts to suffer like this
It hurts to be just “an object” for you
To break but as you love as i am