Historia de Un Minuto

She turned
The night into a love poem
She promised
A thousand days of joy only to him
Then time spoke
Not everything was so beautiful, no, no, no
She left
Leaving him a letter on the desk
The letter said

I'm tired of everything from so much rolling
It's not your fault, it's just my way of being
But not tonight, no, I don't plan to go look for her, no, no, no
Not tonight, I don't even want to look at her again

I'm tired of everything from so much rolling
It's not your fault, it's just my way of being
But not tonight, no, I don't plan to go look for her, no, no, no
Not tonight, I don't even want to look at her again