Me Moria Por Ella
Bustamante
I Was Dying for Her
I was dying for her
And I searched for a thousand excuses to see her
Even if it was for a second
Even if she never noticed.
I was dying for her
And nerves would take over me if she spoke to me
And I would be left speechless
And I had to lower my gaze.
How foolish and absurd
I felt next to her
For not having the courage
And believing that it was possible
To approach her and tell her...
That I was dying for her
And wanted to steal her heart
I was dying for her
To be the only owner of her love
And it's not possible to explain that I did nothing
In all the time that passed
And here I am in front of her
And I still die for her.
I was dying for her
I never knew what it was like to kiss her
I was left wanting
To hold her hands and embrace her.
I was dying for her
To tell her my dreams and listen to her
And laugh about nothing
To console her on my shoulder if she cried.
How foolish and absurd
I felt next to her
For not having the courage
And believing that it was possible
To approach her and tell her...
That I was dying for her
And wanted to steal her heart
I was dying for her
To be the only owner of her love
And it's not possible to explain that I did nothing
In all the time that passed
And here I am in front of her
And I still die for her.
