Llevo La Cuenta
Alicia Villarreal
I Keep Counting
I keep count of every meaningless Monday, of every Friday without witnesses, of every kiss I no longer gave you.
I keep count of every album we listened to, of every date we hid, of every Thursday I cried for you.
I keep count, it seems silly, the nights pass and the pain doesn't cool, and every step leads back to you.
I keep count, it has become a mania, I count the hours that turn into days in every attempt to live without you.
I keep count of every moon we spent, of every hell we tasted, every week I died for you.
I keep count, it seems silly, the nights pass and the pain doesn't cool, and every step leads back to you.
I keep count, it has become a mania, I count the hours that turn into days in every attempt to live without you.
I keep count, it seems silly, the nights pass and the pain doesn't cool, and every step leads back to you.
I keep count, it has become a mania, I count the hours that turn into days in every attempt to live without you.
