Amar Te Duele

The marks that remained are just pimples
And I don't have to create the same seed
I don't have to yield to you, I don't want to ask you for anything
Just put your lips on my back
Loving you hurts, loving you hurts

And the darkness of the pavement I don't even clean from the floors
Remove your wart that I carry inside
I don't have to yield to you, without you I feel nothing
Break me into pieces under the pillow
Loving you hurts, loving you hurts

It hurts you, it hurts me