"Has querido a alguien tanto
Hasta no le puedes ver?"
"... Guess, I have, but what's the matter?
Now it's over, I don't care.
All the time we spent together
Seemed so right, but was all wrong.
Same mistake, same lie, same pleasure,
Same adios, same cry, same crawl.
Now I'm looking for the answers.
Where's the truth? Am I insane?
If I see that all my poems
Are the bull sh*t with no aim.
I'm still writing all these words,
Trying not to fall again,
Trying to control my thoughts,
But my poems are the same..."
"Ya no puedo comprenderte...
Algo quieres regresar?"
"I just wanna say 'te amo'
Once again. Una vez mas."