Me Acostumbre

I got used to loving you
lost in my dreams
I got used to being alone
kissing your memory...

I got used to my things
that one day were ours
I got used to waiting for you
with my window open...

I got used to loving you
Not being far away
and feeling you in my bed
and playing with your hair...

What runs through my veins
I leave it in a poem
so that at any moment
you read... (repeat)

I got used to being free
like the winds are
I got used to that crazy one
living in my mirror

If I sat down to write to you
like many other times
it's because maybe I didn't get used to
forgetting you...

What runs through my veins
I leave it in a poem
so that at any moment
you read... (repeat)