I know you can't read it
When i write it in English
So i can let my feelings away
From that pillow
That pillow who smells just like you,
Like those bloody lips.
Lie to me
If you're not feeling it,
Tell me lies with those bloody eyes, my love.
i can call you love
If i write it in English.
I want to live away from here
So it won't be weird
To write you these things in another language
At 2:47 am.
Where are you that late?
Where am i?
I hope in your dreams,
I hope you can call me my love there,
But in Spanish, mi amor.
