Como Repartimos Los Amigos

A story always has two endings
yours and mine
I don't remember how many brain damages
we caused each other
But it's true, neither is happy
I'm not yours and you're not my center
no longer, this is over
Nothing is yours, nothing is mine
how do we divide the friends
how do we divide the memories of this love
If nothing is yours, nothing is mine
how do we divide the friends
how do we divide the memories of this love
Now it's clear, each one on their own
but, which side am I on?
If I don't lose and I know I haven't won
if not, I don't know where I'm going
I've lost the objective touch
everything I had, I don't know if it was mine anymore
no longer, this is over
Nothing is yours, nothing is mine
how do we divide the friends
how do we divide the memories of this love
If nothing is yours, nothing is mine
how do we divide the friends
how do we divide the memories of this love
Nothing is yours, nothing is mine
how do we divide the friends
how do we divide the memories of this love
If nothing is yours, nothing is mine
how do we divide the friends
how do we divide the memories of this love.