Me estoy cayendo

It's not cold coming in January, ah-ah
I'm falling down, I'm holding on
It feels warmer being in the middle
You know well what I am
I don't need your voice anymore
We all used to come in
Don't move me like that, you know it hurts all over

I'm falling down
I feel warm (oh-oh)
I feel in the middle

You
Tell me you want me here and I bury my feet
I feel average
I don't worry about ending up with nothing, we’ll do it again
I hold back so you have more than enough
You know everything
Also too much
Maybe I wasn't falling after all.