ROMPE LA DISCO

You talk about life, you talk about death,
and everything in between,
like it's nothing, and the words are easy.
You talk about me, and you talk about you,
and everything I do,
like it's something, that needs repeating.
Make it my fault, win the game,
point the finger, place the blame,
it does me up and down,
it doesn't matter now!
CAUSE I DON'T CARE IF I EVER TALK TO YOU AGAIN,
this is not about emotion.
I don't need a reason not to care what you say,
or what happened in the end.
This is my interpretation,
and it don't, don't make sense.
And it don't have to make no sense to you at all,
cause this is MY interpretation!

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