Ilogico

It's been days since you called, where are you?
What's the point of this tequila
If you poured all the salt in my wound?

And if I could
I'd erase from this story every time I gave you a chance
Today what burns
Is that I put someone first who never had a place in my heart

It seems illogical to me
That what I want hurts me, a toxic trait
Destiny must think this is a joke
A weekly fight, like a newspaper

In critical condition
My heart, for giving it away, is now in ruins
This pain hurts more than physical pain
It's clear that it only meant something to me

You turned the page so fast
That I didn't have time to forget about you
Now my heart's in an attic
Where no one has the key or a ladder to get up

Call it a whim, for me it was loving with all my heart
No matter what you do, all of this is wrecked
Forget where I live and if you see me, just keep going
Erase every night in your car listening to FERXXO

And if I could
I'd erase from this story every time I gave you a chance
Today what burns
Is that I put someone first who never had a place in my heart

It seems illogical to me
That what I want hurts me, a toxic trait
Destiny must think this is a joke
A weekly fight, like a newspaper

In critical condition
My heart, for giving it away, is now in ruins
This pain hurts more than physical pain
It's clear that it only meant something to me

In critical condition
My heart, for giving it away, is now in ruins
This pain hurts more than physical pain
It's clear that it only meant something to me

Karen Méndez
Melqui producing
Cupid, Cupid
Cupid, Cupid is here now.