If I have to choose between seeing you again or accepting that you left
I prefer to pretend that for you I'm happy even though you didn't choose me
If I have to break my whole heart to tie you to my life
I will have to understand that in the wars of love
There are always stray bullets
Don't make me pretend that maybe I didn't see you if I see you
Because you know that I promised it, although if I were you, I wouldn't believe me
If I have to erase every mark that his kisses left on you
I prefer to write over them with the ones missing from ours