That question remained in my head
who do i love when these feelings aren't dead
and some things still hasn't changed
life i think so complicated
Living life like a normal teen
A morena girl age sixteen
young blood running in her veins
Yelling at the clear plains
Running to nowhere
who do i even love ?
and all i do is just stare
need these thoughts to shove
Remember me mi amor
you are the one I adore
I hate it I have to let you go
I want to be with you forever so
I'm sorry to break your heart
I break my own, like a confusion of art
Like an infinity of knives stabbing
When seeing you crying
Like a millions of grenades
Like a thousands of blades
And hundreds of swords
By telling you these words
"Sorry, I have to let you go. "
