A Lo Mejor Me Querías

Oh, when you wrote me that
I thought I was dying,
When your little eyes told me
That maybe you wanted me.
It's not worth living thinking
How can I be nicer;
I prefer the risk of being the bad guy
But the same old bad guy.

It's not worth closing your eyes
To not see what surrounds us;
Better to open them, look at the ceiling,
And see your starry sky.

Oh, when you wrote me that
I thought I was dying.
When your little eyes told me
That maybe you wanted me.

Oh, when you wrote me that,
I thought I was dying,
When your little eyes told me
That maybe you wanted me,
That maybe you wanted me,
That maybe...

It's not worth wetting my pillow
With tears waiting for you;
I'll lay down in the shadow of your gaze,
Your memory still burns me.

It's not worth wondering why
We didn't have time to say goodbye;
Saying goodbye means change,
But I think the same.

Maybe I was just another guy
Who enters your room and then leaves.
Maybe it's true that you've already forgotten me
And someone else is stitching your journey again.