Nada Es Perfecto

You as you were mine, who would have thought, nothing is perfect
I would like to go look for you, but I can't, I am already dead
I am haunted by the mistake and I am afraid of this feeling
You hurt me, my God, and now we are two dead in the story

I clung even though I was hurt, I didn't want to remove the blindfold from my eyes
Tearful, I don't know if you understand
Money is not everything, it is not any happiness
I swore to kill for you and that I would bring down the Moon for you

You were my fortune, but who would have thought it was a bad weed
That you would give me that drink that pierces my heart
Dreams are cut short, I had to clip your wings
So that you also feel or tell me what you want me to do

There is no forgiveness, because you have changed me
You made me in such a way, you made me see the past
It is damaged, the heart is not healed
Today I will have to forget you and heal my damn state

You are bad, bad, bad
You are bad, bad, bad

You as you were mine, who would have thought, nothing is perfect
I would like to go look for you, but I can't, I am already dead
I am haunted by the mistake and I am afraid of this feeling
You hurt me, my God, and now we are two dead in the story

But what luck mine, very bad with such Cupid
No matter how much I scratch his mother and drink so much, I don't forget you
Even if they make me feel hurt and another round, which is mine
Maybe if I get a little drunk, I sing and maybe smile

I bet my friends that I wouldn't go back to look for you
I deleted your phone and these urges to call you
Damn it, damn my luck
I wish you didn't exist but it's nonsense

I look at you to the bottom of all my damn drink
Wherever I am, I see you and in everything I drink
I had to burn my bed, today I will sleep in the car
This matter is so difficult, I see you even in my cigarette

But I will not drown in this stream anymore
I will bury what you leave, I have to dig a hole
Where your betrayals fit, don't count on my support anymore
I will bury the memory and lay down this mess

You as you were mine, who would have thought, nothing is perfect
I would like to go look for you, but I can't, I am already dead
I am haunted by the mistake and I am afraid of this feeling
You hurt me, my God, and now we are two dead in the story