El Precio de Mis Errores

I didn't think that breaking up with you
Was going to cost me so much
That one day I was going to find
My own medicine

That after losing you
I was going to love you more
That the bad moments
Were more than the good ones

That you only laughed to hide them
Today it's my turn, my queen
Biting my lips, and
Swallowing one by one all my words

And how it hurts to have clipped your wings
And see you in other arms
Unconsciously I did it
I was the author of this misstep

And who to be accountable to
If I was the only one to blame for you packing your bags
Today it's my turn
To drink from the same glass

And from the same bitter drink
That you drank because of me
What good is it to feel sorry
And regret in passing

If with my regret
My conscience is not relieved
What irony after despising you
I seek your company
Today I knock on your door
That one day I slammed in your face

Maybe without realizing
How much I hurt you
I never wanted to listen when you spoke to me
I just turned my back

And now that I've turned around
I can't find you because you got tired of the same story
And how it hurts to look for you in the early hours
And find myself with the pillow

And the scent of your body
A silence that speaks to me
In the name of your memories
A memory that traps me

And ties my hands
I'm guilty of paying for them little by little
Each of the blows
That I gave you with my words

Because I didn't give a damn
What you would think of me
And today this little joke of mine
Has cost me a bit

And how it hurts to have clipped your wings
And see you in other arms
Unconsciously I did it
I was the author of this misstep

And who to be accountable to
Since I was the only one to blame for you packing your bags
Today it's my turn
I'll see you in the same glass

And in the same bitter drink
That you drank because of me
What good is it to feel sorry
And regret in passing

If with my regret
My conscience is not relieved