Rompeme Matame

Your eyes no longer look at me,
Your lips are two lies;
Your tongue, insult and caress, but that's how I feel alive.
I'd rather be pure blood and have you pull the reins on me
Than a jade doll, an ornament in your showcase.

That's why break me, kill me, but don't ignore me, no, my life.
I'd rather you kill me than die every day.
Break me, kill me, but don't ignore me, no, my life.
I'd rather you kill me than die every day.

Your hands are two chains, my pleasure and my agony.
With one you show affection, with the other you dominate me.
I'd rather feel the spur you dig into me every day
Than be the flower you forgot in a corner.

That's why break me, kill me, but don't ignore me, no, my life.
I'd rather you kill me than die every day.
Break me, kill me, but don't ignore me, no, my life.
I'd rather you kill me than die every day.
Break me, kill me, but don't ignore me, no, my life.
I'd rather you kill me than die every day.