Lo Busque
Jean Carlos Centeno
I Searched for It
I'm looking for a heart
that was lost in the summer
And there are no more signs
that someone said
That he slept in another bed
I follow the desolate trail
Of a desperate love
who didn't say goodbye
What's more, he told me
would come with the dawn
And he didn't come back
He disappeared
He died of grief
And I looked for it even under the bed
And I found pieces of my soul
Bleeding out
And he didn't mind looking for a doctor
Or some cure so that
I wouldn't die of love
He died of grief
And I looked for it even under the bed
And I found pieces of my soul
Bleeding out
And he didn't mind looking for a doctor
Or some cure so that
I wouldn't die of love
He died of grief
I'm looking for a heart
that was lost in the summer
And there are no more signs
that someone said
That he slept in another bed
I follow the desolate trail
Of a desperate love
who didn't say goodbye
What's more, he told me
would come with the dawn
And he didn't come back
He disappeared
He died of grief
And I looked for it even under the bed
And I found pieces of my soul
Bleeding out
And he didn't mind looking for a doctor
Or some cure so that
I wouldn't die of love
He died of grief
And I looked for it even under the bed
And I found pieces of my soul
Bleeding out
And he didn't mind looking for a doctor
Or some cure so that
I wouldn't die of love
He died of grief
And I looked for it even under the bed
And I found pieces of my soul
Bleeding out
And he didn't care to look for a doctor
Or some cure so that
I wouldn't die of love
Of love, of love
He died of grief
And I looked for it even under the bed
And I found pieces of my soul
Bleeding out
And he didn't care to look for a doctor
Or some cure so that
I wouldn't die of love
He died of grief
