Que poca

You tell me that the time has come
To end what we have, that you're going to leave,
And you clarify that as it happens in a story,
There's always a beginning
And then comes the end,
You tell me it's better
That we each go our separate ways
That I find another love
That it's better this way
That it's perfect for you,
That the story is over
That we say goodbye.

What a shame to leave without feeling remorse
Causing me great pain
And cruel torment
By putting an end to our story,
What a shame to ask me not to be just friends anymore,
It seems to me
That your senses are failing,
What a shame you have in asking.

You tell me it's better that we each go our separate ways
That I find another love
That it's better this way
That it's perfect for you,
That the story is over
That we say goodbye.

What a shame to leave without feeling remorse
Causing me great pain
And cruel torment
By putting an end to our story,
What a shame to ask me not to be just friends anymore,
It seems to me that your senses are failing,
What a damn shame you have in asking.