NADA PERSONAL (part. Gabito Ballesteros)

Forgive me
I'd rather say goodbye than hate you
I know it's too late for you
I'll miss you in the mornings
I'd rather feel guilt than desire

I smoke a little
Even if it hurts me
I’ve got your tricks
As the years go by, babe
And you don’t see that

I’m leaving now
Before my heart gets hurt
It’s not that I’m healed from one pain
For this wound, you’re not the doctor
Time’s up

And accept that I’m leaving
Even if I seem fine
We put salt on the wounds
This love has gotten too expensive
We can’t afford it anymore
This isn’t anything personal

I smoke a little
Even if it hurts me
I’ve got your tricks
As the years go by, babe
And you don’t see that

I’m leaving now
Before my heart gets hurt
It’s not that I’m healed from one pain
For this wound, you’re not the doctor
Time’s up

And accept that I’m leaving
Even if I seem fine
We put salt on the wounds
This love has gotten too expensive
We can’t afford it anymore
This isn’t anything personal