Déjame Ir

Love, what a convenient situation!
You have conformed my heart
With the crumbs of your love
Because of 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 that a lie can make you happy
More than the truth, love, wasn't talking about me

Love, if there is no other adjective
For this so derogatory love
Tell me, what the hell are you doing with me and what am I doing here?
Because you still 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 that a lie can make you happy
More than the truth, love, wasn't talking about me

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

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

I have nothing left

Who said that a lie can make you happy
More than the truth, love, wasn't talking about me
That a lie can make you happy
More than the truth, love, wasn't talking about me