Déjame Ir (part. Paty Cantú)

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Love
What a convenient situation
You have conformed my heart
With the crumbs of your love
For you, I don't believe in myself
And yet you ask for more

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 a lie can make you happy?
More than the truth, love, it wasn't about me
It wasn't about you, oh

Love
If there is no other adjective left, oh
For this so derogatory love, mmm
Tell me, what the hell are you doing with me now?
And what am I doing here?
Because yet you ask for more

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 a lie can make you happy?
More than the truth, love, it wasn't about me

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

There is 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 a lie can make you happy?
More than the truth, love, it wasn't about me
Oh no, oh no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
There is nothing left
There is nothing left