Ella Prometió

She turned
The night into a love poem
She promised
A thousand days of joy only to him
Then time spoke
Not everything was so beautiful, no no no
She left
Leaving him a letter on the desk

The letter said:

I'm tired of everything
Of so much wandering
It's not your fault, it's just my way of being
But not tonight
I don't plan on going to look for her, no no no
Not tonight
I don't even want to look at her again

I'm tired of everything
Of so much wandering
It's not your fault, it's just my way of being
But not tonight
I don't plan on going to look for her, no no no
Not tonight
I don't even want to look at her again