De Que Estoy Hecha

What am I made of
I wonder
and I can't find the answer
when you hurt me
when you leave
when you close that door
and I stay like a fool
waiting for your return
and the night surrounds me
dreaming of your kisses

What, what am I made of
I wonder
without looking in the mirror
when angry
if you love me
in bed I, I let myself

And what's wrong with me
that I can't bring myself to leave you
and instead of leaving you I love you even more

what devil am I made of
that I'm only happy when I'm with you
that I forget the bad moments
and I never tire of waiting
what devil am I made of
that I suffer what I suffer to have you
and I'm so afraid of losing you

That's why I wonder...what am I made of..