Fantasía Herida
Grupo Niche
Wounded Fantasy
It was an hour at the bar and you didn't make it to the date
Did you forget or maybe you didn't want to?
Maybe I don't expect anything from you and I'm crazy to try it out
People coming and going and I'm alone on the road
I roam half the city wrapped in melancholy
I don't want to think about you or blow daisies
My flight is losing altitude
I don't give up, stubborn head
People coming and going and I'm alone on the road
Back with sadness on my shoulder, wounded fantasy
Back with a long face and empty hands
And I'm getting lost in the streets, if it's not with you, they're not the same
And I feel like it will never be the same again
And I feel like it will never be the same again
It was the third time I saw her that month
The fourth time she didn't show up, no signs of life
I thought love was around
All that's left is a taste of nothing
People coming and going and I'm alone on the road
Back with sadness on my shoulder, wounded fantasy
Back with a long face and empty hands
And I'm getting lost in the streets, if it's not with you, they're not the same
And I feel like it will never be the same again
And I feel like it will never be the same again
