Rompeme Matame
Edith Márquez
Break Me Kill Me
Your eyes no longer look at me
are your lips two lies
your tongue insult and caress
but that's how I feel alive
I prefer to be pure blood
and tell them about the lives
of a jade doll
an ornament in your showcase
that's why break me kill me
but don't ignore me
not my life
I prefer you to kill me
than to die every day
break me kill me
but don't ignore me
not my life
I prefer you to kill me
than to die every day
your hands are two chains
my pleasure and my agony
with one you give me affection
with the other you dominate me
I prefer to feel the spur
that you stick into me every day
than to be the flower
that you forgot in one step
on a corner
that's why break me kill me
but don't ignore me
not my life
I prefer you to kill me
than to die every day
break me kill me
but don't ignore me
not my life
I prefer you to kill me
than to die every day
that's why break me kill me
but don't ignore me
not my life
I prefer you to kill me
than to die every day.