I forgave you after what you did
But you didn't even learn like that, you screwed up again
They say that a tree that is born crooked
No matter how hard we try, it doesn't straighten out again
What a coincidence that now that you're not here
I no longer have anxiety and mezcal tastes better
The net is that I had a lot of endurance
I hope you hold that I'm not coming back
I don't care mother if you're sad
This happens for playing with who loved you more
I don't, but the guilt is going to kill you
With which you went up to bed
I am a lot of woman, I do not lower myself to your level
And get ready that it's going to hurt more, that it's going to hurt more
It's going to hurt much more
It's going to hurt more and more
Though I doubt you'll find me
Not everything was so bad, it had to happen to me
To realize that no matter how well you are dressed
There is no luxury that takes away what is rotten and that is why I tell you
I don't care mother if you're sad
This happens for playing with who loved you more
I don't, but the guilt is going to kill you
With which you went up to bed
I am a lot of woman, I do not lower myself to your level
And get ready that it's going to hurt more, that it's going to hurt more
It's going to hurt much more
It's going to hurt more and more