The problem wasn't finding you,
The problem is forgetting you.
The problem is not your absence,
The problem is that I wait for you.
The problem is not a problem,
The problem is that it hurts me.
The problem is not that you may lie,
The problem is that I believe you.
The problem is not that you may play,
The problem is that it's with me.
If I liked you for being free,
Who I am to change you?
If I kept loving alone,
How could I compel you?
The problem is not loving you,
It's that you may not feel the same.
And, how can I get rid of you if I don't have you?
How can I get away from you if you’re so far away?
How can I find an eyelash in what never had eyes?
How can I find bedrock in what was always a ravine?
How can I find in the chest the kisses that you didn't give me?
And how can I get rid of you if I don't have you?
How can I get away from you if you’re so far away?
And it’s that the problem isn't to change you,
The problem is that I don't want to.
The problem is not that it may hurt,
The problem is that I like it.
The problem is not the injury,
The problem is the traces.
The problem is not what you do,
The problem is that I forget it.
The problem is not what you say,
The problem is what you keep quiet.