Ondas Del Espacio Exterior

Now you could say
what you think of me.
Maybe tomorrow,
maybe later

Say what you think of me,
say what you think of me
repeat what you had said before,
you had said something interesting.

And if it turns out you lied,
I would have deserved it,
for trusting you with something of mine.

Now you could say
what you think of me,
maybe tomorrow will be too late.
And if it turns out to be a lie
I will hate you for life,
but the fault will be mine.

And everything will change,
it won't be the same again.
We will have to decide
what's best for me.

But the fault will be mine.