Detrás de todo este espectáculo de palabras, tiembla indeciblemente la esperanza de que me leas,
de que no haya muerto del todo en tu memoria...

agosto 14, 2015

Goodbye

You deserve the chance at the kind of love,
I'm not sure i'm worthy of.
Losing you is painful to me.

You would never ask me why
my heart is so disguised.
I just can't live a lie anymore,
I would rather hurt myself
than to ever make you cry.
There's nothing left to try,
though it's gonna hurt us both,
there's no other way than to say goodbye.
Esto siento, más o menos, y por esto mismo muero.