ME DUELE QUERERTE
Luis Cortés
IT HURTS TO LOVE YOU
Tell me, what’s the point of suffering through pain?
Why give flowers to someone who doesn’t care?
What’s the point of being close
If I feel like you’re not really here?
Your gaze doesn’t consume me anymore
We wanted a future, look at us now
Fighting over a supposed love that makes us suffer
In love with those little green eyes
We were happy from Friday to Friday
From Friday to Friday
And don’t tell me, my love, that you miss me
If you don’t love me
Because it wasn’t my fault
You used to mess with my mind
And don’t fool me, my love, today it ends
Our forever
Between false caresses and broken promises
It hurts me
Tell me if you’re staying or leaving
I’ll just be sad tonight
Because tomorrow I know the sun will rise
It’s hard, but I’m going to forget you
I’m not going to cry, girl, for you
I’m not going to try to imagine you
I’m sure I’m going to suffer
It’s a love sickness and it’s not my fault, it’s pain
My grandma used to say: Kid, don’t fall in love
Because in this world nothing is eternal, everything passes like winter
Don’t worry, better things will come
And don’t tell me, my love, that you miss me
If you don’t love me
Because it wasn’t my fault
You used to mess with my mind
And don’t fool me, my love, today it ends
Our forever
Between false caresses and broken promises
It hurts me
It hurts to love you
It hurts to love you
It hurts to love you
It hurts to love you
Oh, what will become of me?
Oh, what will become of me?
Oh, what will become of me?
Oh, what will become of me?
Oh, what will become of me?
Oh, what will become of me?
Oh, what will become of me?
Oh, what will become of me?
