Bala Trocada

A swapped bullet doesn't hurt, who told you to play with fire
A swapped bullet doesn't hurt, I said I wasn't fireproof
A swapped bullet doesn't hurt, you turned love into a game
If a swapped bullet doesn't hurt, where's that heart that was fireproof?

After I decided to stop waiting for you, you come saying you’re dying of love for me
Look at what you’re saying
Cut the crap, I don’t need your help
I’m almost dying from loneliness for you
And your absence is killing me
Tell me where that tough heart of yours went
Stop talking nonsense, I don’t need you.