Chicos malos

You're leaving, almost without me realizing you're leaving,
you don't look at me much when you walk by my side.
And what to expect?
From a boring heart, what to expect?
From someone who lies to their sadness
dancing in a nightclub.

And I've been thinking for a long time about two years ago
when every Friday you wanted to meet,
when all my things you used to like,
I'm scared, without you I'm scared to wake up.

Because today you prefer the bad boys
and the wild boys,
those who stare at you without blinking,
the ones who drink coke, the ones who shout more,
the ones who fake their gestures and laugh more than anyone,
you prefer the others.

You don't like me anymore, and that's why you're leaving.
It's unfair, I haven't even been able to start.
I thought about inviting you to skate with me,
float with me, fly with me, fly...

And who will give their whole life to be able to kiss you
now that your heart is arctic and your profile neo-romantic.
And what to expect
from someone who dares to shout in every club
that I was too static
and sometimes so dramatic?

And I've been thinking for a long time about forgetting you again,
letting you get lost, fall into the sea
into the monster that will soon take my place.
I don't want you, I will never love you again.

And even if you prefer the bad boys
and the wild boys,
today I'm going out, I'm going to start being
the one who invades your memories every morning.
You no longer live in my dreams, today I laugh and have fun
and today
I dance among the bad boys and leave them hypnotized.