Soy Yo

Today is one of those days that taste like plates thirsty for salt
It doesn't matter if it's Monday, Thursday, or Sunday since you're not here

Now weeks feel like months, I lack reasons to keep
Your clothes in the bedroom and those messages on the phone

Everyone is tired of me with the same story that you'll come back
When they turn around, they laugh, thinking I don't hear my sad ending

It's me, the first one who wishes to forget you
The one who longs to be the same as before, before meeting you
It's me, who lives tired of crying for you
Dreaming of falling in love again

I'm the one who says yes to all birthdays and even a funeral
Filling up the calendar, no space left to think

Always betting on us, but what's the point if you're not here
Surely you found what I lack to move on

Everyone is tired of me with the same story that you'll come back
And when they turn around, they laugh, thinking I don't hear my sad ending

It's me, the first one who wishes to forget you
The one who longs to be the same as before, before meeting you
It's me, who lives tired of crying for you
Dreaming of falling in love again

Everyone is tired of me with the same story that you'll come back

It's me, the first one who wishes to forget you
The one who longs to be the same as before, before meeting you
It's me, who lives tired of crying for you
Dreaming of falling in love again

It's me
It's me