No Tiene Nombre Esta Canción

I started writing you a poem, it became quite a dilemma for me
And because of you this song has no name
You lacked the desire and it left me
Your story no longer provokes a reaction

In the VAR I saw your fouls
You screwed up the piano, it no longer has high notes
Because you're a liar, not even Santa reads your letters anymore.
And without a tie, I had a lump in my throat, you are no longer needed

You made him rich, but it's not that big of a deal
Don't kneel here because I'm not a saint
Now wet the bed, but with your crying
That dust with magic lost its charm

You call, for what, for what?
Saying you want to come back, it didn't work out with him
And what to me, what to me?
Your tears are the cocktail I have in a motel, yeah

You made him rich, but it's not that big of a deal
Don't kneel here because I'm not a saint
Now wet the bed, but with your crying
That dust with magic lost its charm

It's been a while since you don't shine like you shone back
You fucked so much, but you lost, I'll never go back
With you I learned over time that words are measured
And he who plays at being missed runs the risk of being forgotten.

Bad as it is, you only deserve nothing more than betrayal
Go away, bitch song, I no longer have room for you, here in my room
I could go a long time without seeing your face (without seeing your face)
The feelings died, to be honest, you don't stop me anymore

You made him rich, but it's not that big of a deal
Don't kneel here because I'm not a saint
Now wet the bed, but with your crying
That dust with magic lost its charm

You call, for what, for what?
Saying you want to come back, it didn't work out with him
And what to me, what to me?
Your tears are the cocktail I have in a motel

You made him rich, but it's not that big of a deal
Don't kneel here because I'm not a saint
Now wet the bed, but with your crying
That dust with magic lost its charm