I insist on following your footsteps
and I condemn my life again
I am entangled in solitude
knowing that you are in other arms.
Silence that your words keep
with lies that do damage to the soul
I am still here, waiting
although I know
So is your way of loving
and making me suffer from my solitude.
Since there are so many wounds,
my soul begins to sink
and how to cope without breathing.
So is your way of loving
playing to circumvent the breaks that love gives you
breaking those promises
that before calmed down my pain,
and the sun does not come out of this heart.
There are nights in which it is no longer easy
to look at you and not to feel strange,
to touch you and not to know
if you have been with another skin or in other
arms.
you never believed in love,
and each day is getting worse, and the pain
is tearing apart the nights of passion
and it is my punishment.
So is your way of loving...
So is your way of loving
playing to circumvent the breaks that love gives you
breaking those promises
that before calmed down my pain,
and the sun does not come out of this heart.