Duele, Duele

Always talking about me, saying you adore me,
that a devil in the house you become,
being hypocritical when on the street
dragged and drunk...
a disaster, you never come home early,
always walking among legs and faults,
your family you don't give a damn.
your women, your friends, less, get yourself together.. hey

Hurts, hurts, your wound on my skin
hurts, hurts, you're garbage,
hurts, hurts, hurts when they look me in the face
and tell me that you, that you're good for nothing

For thinking you're a perfect guy,
making up stories in the street,
if you play with fire, you get burned,
and the old lady in this neighborhood has chlamydia...

Hurts, hurts, your wound on my skin
hurts, hurts, you're garbage,
hurts, hurts, hurts when they look me in the face
and tell me that you, that you're good for nothing

Hurts, hurts, your wound on my skin
hurts, hurts, you're garbage,
hurts, hurts, hurts when they look me in the face
and tell me that you, that you're good for nothing

If you loved me a little bit
you would give me a good life
he who loves doesn't mistreat
and I have to get out of here

Hurts, hurts, your wound on my skin
hurts, hurts, you're garbage,
hurts, hurts, hurts when they look me in the face
and tell me that you, that you're good for nothing

Ooooohhhh

Hurts, hurts, your wound on my skin
hurts, hurts, you're garbage,
hurts, hurts, hurts when they look me in the face
and tell me that you, that you're good for nothing