Esto No Se Le Hace a Nadie

You just came to give me false hope,
finally managed to make me fall in love,
many beautiful things happened,
many others I don't even want to remember.

When you came into my life I was alone,
and now I'm even lonelier without you, and sadder,
I gave myself and got used
to your way of loving
and now I'm much worse off than when you arrived.

Your books, your things, your records, your photos, your clothes,
I don't have a single memory of you
for me to miss you a little bit.

You took everything with you,
what you left me with is just:
pain, sadness, heartache and woes,
questions, sighs, and tears,
and as company to loneliness.

You came and found me singing,
you left and left me crying,
now I ask you
why did you take my happiness away?