Fijate

Look, how I have my eyes, already lifeless and tearless, from crying so much
Look, how I have my hands, trembling and old, from drinking so much

Look, that nothing matters to me anymore. Because all the good things, you took away when you left
Look, that if one day you were to return. And if by chance you saw me, you would cry, I swear to God, you would cry

Look, that nothing matters to me anymore, because all the good things you took away when you left

Look, that if one day you were to return, and if by chance you saw me, you would cry, I swear to God, you would cry