I'll be there
I miss those moments,
filled with melancholic passion,
that made us die before we lived,
with no will to love the words
your lips never spoke,
but that your tears spilled.
They’re only two words,
yet they hold a whole life:
Te quiero, I love you, I hate you, I want you.
I miss your night at daybreak,
the one that darkens the sorrows
that hide my madness.
Yesterday I will die, without a doubt,
and my lips will seal the memories
that never lived in me
but lived in you.
Goodbye, bitch of a life,
I still long to love you,
but hating you is all I can.