Problema

I wanted to disappear and never reply to you again
Leave our story behind, say that the one who lost was you
I wanted to forget the good your mouth does to me
And with all the letters say: then go
And get lost in any passion

But the problem is that I love you
And I already complain about a day without you
I make up an excuse to see you

But the problem is that I want you
And I'll wait as long as necessary
For me, happiness is having you