Cien años
Manuel Mijares
A Hundred Years
You walked by me
With such indifference
Your eyes didn’t even
Look my way
I saw you without you seeing me
I spoke to you without you hearing me
And all my bitterness
Drowned inside of me
It hurts me to my core
Knowing that you forgot me
To think that I don’t even
Deserve your disdain
And yet, you still
Are tied to my existence
And if I live a hundred years
A hundred years, I’ll think of you
You walked by me
With such indifference
Your eyes didn’t even
Look my way
I saw you without you seeing me
I spoke to you without you hearing me
And all my bitterness
Drowned inside of me
It hurts me to my core
Knowing that you forgot me
To think that I don’t even
Deserve your disdain
And yet, you still
Are tied to my existence
And if I live a hundred years
A hundred years, I’ll think of you
