Dejame ir

Love... what a convenient situation
You have conformed my heart
With the crumbs of your love
Because of you, I don't believe in myself

And now if you live longer...

I have nothing left
What do you want from me?
What gives you the right to make me suffer?
Keep your words and let me go
Who said that a lie can make you happier than the truth, love wasn't talking about me

Love... if there's no other adjective left
For this derogatory love
Tell me what the hell you're doing with me now
And what am I doing here?

Because now if you live longer...

I have nothing left
What do you want from me?
What gives you the right to make me suffer?
Keep your words and let me go
Who said that a lie can make you happier than the truth, love wasn't talking about me

If you ever loved me, just let me go... Let me go...

I have nothing left
What do you want from me?
What gives you the right to make me suffer?
Keep your words and let me go
Who said that a lie can make you happier than the truth, love wasn't talking about me