It's been six months, my phone rang and I saw that it was you. How is the memory? That I heard your voice and I forgot all the bad things. They told me it was a bad idea, that I would open the door for you again. My friends told me, don't go back to him, that he won't forget everything I cried for you. They warned me, but I didn't listen, I did the complete opposite. Because in secret I couldn't stop thinking about you, that you would fill every scar with cures. But as soon as it rained and everything flooded the house, we drowned again without even stepping on the water. They were right, it was so obvious that it was going to be the same, and of course. Coming back with you was like planting flowers in the cement, believing that people change with time. They were right, I already remembered why I had left, I forgot. I don't know why, if I knew the book by heart, I was expecting a different ending. Why accept a second part, if the first one ended in disaster? But it is what it is, goodbye again. Goodbye again. A month passed and the charm was over, the desires went out. The same things that hurt the first time, are the same that hurt me for the second time. Because as soon as it rained and everything flooded the house, we drowned again without even stepping on the water. They were right, it was so obvious that it was going to be the same, and of course. Coming back with you was like planting flowers in the cement, believing that people change with time. They were right, I already remembered why I had left, I forgot. I don't know why, if I knew the book by heart, I was expecting a different ending. Why accept a second part, if the first one ended in disaster? But it is what it is, goodbye again. Goodbye again. Goodbye again. Goodbye again.