Qué Ironía (part. Nabález)

Oh, my Edith Márquez
Nabález

What irony
That I wait for you all day
Pretending that you love me
Like you used to love me

What irony
I can't stop thinking about you
Even though your memory bleeds me
I still want to find you

What irony
Because the flower you gave me
You paid me with lies
Every song I sang to you
Caused me more wounds
That sometimes I even wonder

If this was love
That felt so real
Whoever takes my place
Tell them I was first

If this was love
And it wasn't just a one-day thing
It hurts to know that for loving
I would lose you

And even if you don't put in your part
I'm about to kiss you
What irony

Explain to me
You and I had a deal
If my heart is broken
Why is yours still intact?

And explain to her
Whoever occupies your present
That you don't forget your past
And you're the one lying to yourself

What irony
Because the flower you gave me
You paid me with lies
Every song I sang to you
Caused me more wounds
That sometimes I even wonder

If this was love
That felt so real
Whoever takes my place
Tell them I was first

If this was love
And it wasn't just a one-day thing
It hurts to know that for loving
I would lose you

And even if you don't put in your part
I'm about to kiss you

If this was love
That felt so real
Whoever takes my place
Tell them I was the first

If this was love
And it wasn't just a one-day thing
It hurts to know that for loving
I would lose you

And even if you don't put in your part
I'm about to kiss you
What irony