I think I'm starting to like this thing of being atheist
It's over, thinking about you is over
You were the bad one, but now it turns out
that the biggest motherf*cker is me
Our thing stayed in the past
What a motherf*cking role
You say 'I love you' while feeling nothing
What nerve, it cost me dearly
In your version I'll always be the bad guy
Lie, since I'll also say
I'll put a Band-Aid on the feelings
I won't drunk-text you anymore saying 'I'm sorry'
If we see each other again it will only be for sex
You're two-faced like politicians
You act sweet and with time I've already turned diabetic
Just like online you hide behind a filter
And with me it fell off, you had a technical glitch
And someday you're going to miss me
Because like an Anuel fan I was always real
It's hard to show your face when you know that it's wrong
That's why you f*cked off without talking
And maybe I suffered you a couple of times
But you'll suffer me your whole life
Beauty fades with time
And inside you're f*cked
No matter how much you look for me you're crossed off
Don't call me to come back because you'll get blocked
You can already stand in front of me about to cry
And I won't pay attention unless it's to f*ck, no
Now it's my turn to forget you
Take you out of the way, and may God keep you
I know that I'm in your mind
When at night you start touching yourself
If I call it's to f*ck you again, heh
I know that I'm in your mind
When at night you start touching yourself
You lie, just like I'll say too
I'll put a Band-Aid on the feelings, but
I won't drunk-text you anymore saying 'I'm sorry'
If we see each other again it will only be for sex
If I see you again it's because my urges won
For lying and f*cking, babe, nobody beats you
You're not the devil, but you're the same
You wanted to be faithful, yeah, but you can't manage it
On my knees I asked the one above
'Deliver me from all evil,' and he moved me away from you
Just look for me if you want to come
But giving you my heart I won't do again
You're wearing a Real jersey
And even if you live in Madrid, you're the least real
You sold me an original heart
But you turned out fake, triple A
Damn, what a motherf*cking movie
They nominated you for an Oscar
But how weird that in the best scene
Only three took part
Flower, I couldn't remove your thorns
I've grown my own wounds myself
I hope you don't call me someday because I'll tell you
I know that I loved you because you broke my heart
Though I miss that little face for f*cking
I swear that I'd like to forget you
But, babe, my pride won't let me negotiate
Thanks for reminding me again
What a motherf*cker I had to become
Because you told me 'I love you' feeling nothing
My love, my queen, my babe