Confesiones

Waking up restless - and not seeing you here - I hug the pillow - I wonder if it's worth it - to continue this farce - I put on my robe - I go to the living room - the glass filled to the brim with pure liquor - let alcohol say what I dare not - I'm more than fed up with seeing you arrive - throwing your jacket - and going in for the kill - just like a bullfighter - with water in your veins - sometimes a kiss and if by chance or because it's summer you want something more - you use me, you leave me - and leave me hanging - just like a tissue. - Confessions - of a tired woman - confessions - of a tired woman. -
What does it matter if I'm - depressed or happy - if I'm satisfied - or tired of you - have you ever thought that I'm like furniture - a thousand times I swear - tired of waiting - I've been willing to let myself go - for anyone - who spoke to my soul - in this moment and in this place even if it hurts you I'll tell the truth - you're a poor devil - and I don't love you anymore - nor have I ever loved you.