Ojalá Sea Cierto

There is no doubt, buddy
Women are bad
Some, others are worse
But what do we do without them, listen

Hopefully it's true
That you no longer want to see me
And that you don't come back crying in regret
Hopefully it's true
That you now hate me
And that you don't care about my life at all

That I am already the story
Of that sad moment
And I was a bad love
That has been left behind
That I was easy to get
And you will easily forget me
You also say that I was a bad detail
A moment like those that come and go

I think you talk too much because you're upset
Because you couldn't control my mind or ruin my life
If it were up to you, you wouldn't have left, you would be with me
In the rented house eating tortillas and taking care of a child
But no, you didn't like it
Being at home
You wanted a lover, you didn't want a husband

I think you talk too much because you're upset
Because you couldn't control my mind or ruin my life
If it were up to you, you wouldn't have left, you would be with me
In the rented house eating tortillas and taking care of a child
But no, you didn't like it
Being at home
You wanted a lover, you didn't want a husband