Ever loved someone so deeply that their goodbye turns your heart into a locked vault? That is the story Jay Wheeler tells in Por Tu Culpa. Over mid-tempo pop beats he confesses that his ex shattered his faith in romance: “Ma', por tu culpa, ya no me enamoro.” He recalls sleepless nights and memories that sting, yet claims he is now “mejor sin ti,” better off alone. What was once treasure-level affection (“tú para mí valías más que el oro”) has been replaced by icy detachment – he ignores new admirers and insists love is outdated fashion.
The song swings between lingering hurt and fierce self-protection. Wheeler admits the breakup still haunts him, but he chooses pride over tears, independence over new illusions. Por Tu Culpa becomes both a breakup diary and a survival anthem, showing how betrayal can harden even the softest heart… at least until the next melody melts the ice again.