No Pude Quitarte Las Espinas

My heart has died and this time
I knew this illusion would kill me
Wanting to make you good and own a thousand sorrows
I fell in love and it was my mistake
Now I pay for loving you
And the sin of adoring you, you leave me, what pain

And in the wind, you leave me a sigh in my silence
It screams that I'm dying inside
It confesses that you are my great love, my great love
How sad, flower, I couldn't take away your thorns
I myself have cultivated my wounds
I myself declared myself a loser
By wanting to change you
But you only play with love

When I shouldn't have given myself, I gave myself unconditionally
I was just a poor fool who surrendered to your life
I lost the battle in which I thought I would come out victorious
In every corner of my soul, it is kept
How to forget that you exist
You got tired of having me
You're bored of adoring me
And now you leave me a prisoner in pain

And in the wind, you leave me a sigh in my silence
It screams that I'm dying inside
It screams that you are my great love, my great love
How sad, flower, I couldn't take away your thorns
I myself have cultivated my wounds
I myself declared myself a loser
By wanting to change you
But you only play with love

You had already hurt more than one heart
But to make you love me, I risked
You deceived me with time
And in the end, I said I love you because I felt you wanted
Now I suffer my sentence
I already knew you weren't good
God, why did I fall in love?

Feelings, why did they fall under her smile?
If you were as fleeting as the breeze
I don't know why I truly fell in love
I don't know

I regret, for loving you as I do
That will always be my suffering
Playing knowing I was going to lose
But I wanted to try
And one day, I gave myself

Now I will suffer the fate of bitter suffering
Without distance, without a path, a beginning without end
Heart, why did you give me feelings
If that wouldn't be dying

In every corner of my soul, it is kept
How to forget that you exist
You got tired of having me
You're bored of adoring me
And now you leave me a prisoner in pain

And in the wind, you leave me a sigh in my silence
It screams that I'm dying inside
It confesses that you are my great love, my great love

How sad, flower, I couldn't take away your thorns
I myself have cultivated my wounds
I myself declared myself a loser
By wanting to change you
But you only play with love