The feeling of betrayal and vengeance sunk into me
Leaving dead memories of love
But live memories of pain

I kept on asking, Domingos!
Why do you have to hurt me this much
Feed my heart with grief, while your breathing

I swept, cleaning my broken heart
With crumbs of bread
Scattered in my heart overflowing my entire system
Clean, Clean, Clean!
I cried, leaving nothing but traces of obsession and addiction

Yet I kept on coming, asking for more
Instead you gave me more to cry for
And less to treasure the love I gave you
Then fed me with lies, unfaithfulness and immoral thoughts of you

Though I thought more was love
But now I know more is pain