It was pretty charming, they were beautiful together, she loved to listen to him. He was loquacious, seemed innocent, she was attached to him. It was pretty charming, they were beautiful together, she loved to listen to him. He was loquacious, seemed innocent, she was attached to him. Why do you want to hurt me? In the end, it's you who hurts so much. Charismatic and sure of himself, she let herself be seduced. With pleasure, pretty princess responds to her desires. When you love, you don't count, she doesn't hesitate to give. Savage, but he finished her off. She falls in love quickly, he still loves her in this state. Young, crazy couple, marriage is the next step. But the more time passes, the more he takes his foot down. She loves him, so she forgives him all his indecent insults. It was pretty charming, they were beautiful together, she loved to listen to him. He was loquacious, seemed innocent, she was attached to him. It was pretty charming, they were beautiful together, she loved to listen to him. He was loquacious, seemed innocent, she was attached to him. Why do you want to hurt me? In the end, it's you who hurts so much. She starts to believe that her reproaches are true. In lack of clean love, she starts to sink. Avoid the mirrors she can't face. She wonders where her beauty has gone. As if she apologized for existing. She asks for forgiveness for being what she is. He smiles when he sees his reflection in her tears. It was pretty charming, they were beautiful together, she loved to listen to him. He was loquacious, seemed innocent, she was attached to him. It was pretty charming, they were beautiful together, she loved to listen to him. He was loquacious, seemed innocent, she was attached to him. Why do you want to hurt me? In the end, it's you who hurts so much. Hello? I'm at home. Where are you? I'm alone, I've been waiting for you for an hour. I know, but you told me you were coming home. You're so annoying, it's always the same. But I'm not screaming. Are you serious? We said we'd stay together, please, you can come home. I'm not crying, but please, you can come home. No, I'm not trying to hurt you, but please, you can come home. No, I swear I'm not. But I feel like it's always the same, I can't talk to you. Every time I try to talk to you, it comes back to me. Don't scream at me. No, I'm not talking to you badly, I'm sorry. But I don't understand, ***, come back, please, come back. No, please, I want to stay here. ***, don't tell me to question myself, ***. Stop telling me to question myself all the time, ***, I don't understand. Stop talking to me. Is that what you think? Really? I think I'm useless. ***, what's the point? What's the point, ***? What's the point?