Lo Peor de Quererte (part. Meler)

The worst part of loving you
Is not that you always forget the keys
Nor that you always change the plans
That you never say goodbye when you leave
And you know it
The worst part of loving you
Is not that you avoid serious topics
That you’re late to all our dates
Or that you don’t want to watch my favorite movies
And won’t admit it

I know it’s not good for me to be with you
And the worst part is that I’m still here

Covering my eyes
Looking the other way
Just to hold you
I’d rather play the fool
Living in the past
Just to stay
Holding back my anger
Staying quiet
For not confessing to you
That of all these things the first
Is that the worst part of loving you is that I love you

It’s that I love you made up, messy
At night, in the morning
Smiling or mad even if you don’t care at all
There are so many ways to love you
And I’m so in love
That I love you in ways that have never been invented

I know it’s not good for me to be with you
And the worst part is that I’m still here

Covering my eyes
Looking the other way
Just to hold you
I’d rather play the fool
Living in the past
Just to stay
Holding back my anger
Staying quiet
For not confessing to you
That of all these things the first
Is that the worst part of loving you is
That the worst part of loving you is that I love you