Formas de Hablar

I think it's no longer a coincidence
That you throw the stone, hide your hand, and want to play
To step away is to see clearly
Do your thing, luck without light in your darkness

Winter days will come
When you wonder where she'll be
She won't know
If broken or with someone else

Look, girl, I know you're trying to escape
Those who talk about me will be silent tomorrow
Look, girl, if I made you fly so much
Shout it out, they'll shut up on their own

These are ways of speaking
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

These are ways of speaking
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

I no longer knew who else to listen to
How many versions of our story, which one is real?
Anxiety calls every night
You ask me to forget, baby, I try but I want to stop

Winter days will come
When you wonder where she'll be
She won't know
If broken or with someone else

Look, girl, I know you're trying to escape
Those who talk about me will be silent tomorrow
Look, girl, if I made you fly so much
Shout it out, they'll shut up on their own

These are ways of speaking
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh