I already knew that it wouldn't come
I already knew that it was a lie
How much time that I lost for him
What a broken promise left unfulfilled
It's the waiting on a phone
The adventure of the illogical
The madness of the magical
A poison with no antidote
Get confused in our spirits
They question you and never let you see
Whether they'll be love or pleasure
And how many nights I'll cry for him
How many times I'll read again
Those letters that I used to receive
When my sorrows were joys
Without knowing if they're real
So strange that they live denying themselves
I already knew that it wouldn't come
This time I'll promise it to myself
I want a sincere love