Pobre De Mí

Poor me, what am I going to do
how do I explain to my heart...
I ask for a moment, just a minute
to tell you that I'll die if you have to leave me
I left you a letter where I pour out my heart
a handful of words that don't want this goodbye
And there are no reasons, no comfort
just tears on the handkerchief
today you discard into oblivion
this wounded heart
Poor me, what am I going to do
how do I explain to my heart
I don't know how to live without understanding
how to forget a great love
without you I don't know how to live,
without you I don't know how to live, poor me...
And when you're far away
and you can't come back
I'll surely miss inside
all of your skin
I want you to remember
someone who once cried
to know what it feels like
to lose a great love
And there are no reasons, no comfort
just tears on the handkerchief
today you discard into oblivion
this wounded heart
Poor me, what am I going to do
how do I explain to my heart
I don't know how to live without understanding
how to forget a great love
without you I don't know how to live,
without you I don't know how to live, poor me...
And there are no reasons, no comfort
just tears on the handkerchief
today you discard into oblivion
this wounded heart
Poor me, what am I going to do
how do I explain to my heart
I don't know how to live without understanding
how to forget a great love
without you I don't know how to live,
without you I don't know how to live, poor me.