? (Interrogativa)

Alone, I wake up
Every day a little more alone
Remembering every day
How you kissed me slowly
You told me, baby, it’s forever
And now you’re gone
I ask again

How many songs will I need to forget you?
How many nights will I start to accept that I sleep without you?
How many times do I have to pretend inside that I’m okay?
If at the end of the day
Is the fear that always stays here?
How many hands will I reach for your tenderness?
How many bullets will I want to stop just in case you’re one?
How many seas do I need to justify the cold?
If at the end of the day I know the glass sees me empty?

How much, tell me?
How much, tell me?
How much, tell me?
How much, tell me?
How much, tell me?
How much, tell me?
How much, tell me?
How much, tell me?
(Karen Méndez)

Today I saw you walking down the street
You saw me crying, and you didn’t know for whom
No, not for someone else, I didn’t fall for anyone
Yeah, it was you that I never forgot
So much yours, the memories to the grave
You took me to the sky, and today I want to do it again
I’m still so yours
The memories to the grave
You took me to the sky, and today I want to do it again

How many songs will I need to forget you?
How many nights will I start to accept that I sleep without you?
How many times do I have to pretend inside that I’m okay?
If at the end of the day
Is the fear that always stays here?
How many hands will I reach for your tenderness?
How many bullets will I want to stop just in case you’re one?
How many seas do I need to justify the cold?
If at the end of the day I know the glass sees me empty?

How much, tell me?
How much, tell me?
How much, tell me?
How much, tell me?

I’m still so yours
The memories to the grave
You took me to the sky, I want to do it again
How much, tell me?
How much, tell me?
How much, tell me?
How much, tell me?

Karen Méndez
Juacko producing
Oh no, from the house, from the house
Literally