I slept on
your door step, begging for one chance. Now that I finally moved on, you say
you missed me all along.
Who do you think you are? Who do you
think I am?
You only love me
to see me breaking…
You’re messing’ with my
head, that’s what you do best.
Te podría decir que mañana veremos el modo, pero
nunca te quedas conmigo ni tampoco te marchas del todo.
