De Los Malos

And here I am, one of the bad ones
I wish I could be good
I wish I could be good, but you
You have the fear

And here I am, one of the bad ones
I wish I could be good
I wish I could be good, but you
You have the fear

Fear that
That you’ll get kicked without a warning
That you’ll be left picking up your pieces
While I forget we were something more
Cover your face, don’t leave any traces
And while he’s distracted, you should leave
No one deserves to be left with traces
And while he’s distracted, you should leave

And it’s that the day of the night, night
The day is caressing
The caresses belong to the day
Those who have never been bad
Bad ones are, are, are for life

And here I am, one of the bad ones

Tell me why you want the truth
Why do you want the problems
If the problems go away
And the fear belongs to the day
If darkness comes
The dream dies of sorrow
When the dark fades away

And it’s that the day
And here I am, one of the bad ones