Ella Prometió

She turned the night into a love poem
She promised a thousand days of joy only to him
Then time spoke
Not everything was so beautiful, no, no, no
She left, leaving him a letter on the nightstand
The letter said

I'm fed up with everything
With so much wandering
It's not your fault, it's just my way of being
But this time
I don't plan on going to look for her, no, no, no
Not tonight
I don't even want to look at her again

I'm fed up with everything
With so much wandering
It's not your fault, it's just my way of being
But this time
I don't plan on going to look for her, no, no, no
Not tonight
I don't even want to look at her again