Looking into each other’s hearts
Questions without answers
My feelings change like seasons
And even though in Puerto Rico it's summer all the time
I'm feeling cold listening to these songs
Thinking of you, but don't get excited
Because I'm not going to write to you
Which of us is going to suffer more? I don't know
But hopefully it's you, hopefully it's you
I think it's going to be you
I don't even want to compete anymore
You are pretty, but you like to lie
Stay on your trip, 'cause when you land
Nobody's going to applaud
One day you're going to get old
You're going to look back and you're going to regret it
That the most real thing that you've had in your life
You're a pothole in Puerto Rico
There are no more poems for you
This is the last one that I write
Sometimes the flashbacks hit me
You and me f*cking aggressively
I was going to take you to Mayagüez
And you didn't even make it to Arecibo
The invitation to the beach expired
Nobody ever saw the best of us
Or maybe it was that life lied to us
And we had to say goodbye
And live like I was living before meeting you
The waves and the wind, the dogs and luck
I was afraid of losing you
Thank God, I'm alive, that's what matters
I've fallen in love 515 times, and with you it's 516
It's time to move on, ignore and forget
And later on, if we have to fall in love again
You know that I like being like this, in love, but
I don't even want to compete anymore
You are pretty, but you like to lie
Stay on your trip, 'cause when you land
Nobody's going to applaud
One day you're going to get old
You're going to look back and you're going to regret it
That the most real thing that you've had in your life