De Que Te Vale Fingir / Fotografía
Mentiras El musical
What's the Point of Pretending / Photograph
It dawned and I kept waiting
To see if he would decide, for me
But he never returned
I lost the battle
And the war
And even if I had won
What would it have served me
What's the point of pretending
In the morning and faking
If he doesn't come so many nights
What's the point of dreaming
About that ideal man
If his contempt hurts you
Fulfill your duty
Of faithful and servile wife
Putting aside being happy
What's the point of his passion
Ice on your skin if he doesn't love you
What's the point, if he doesn't love you
If he doesn't look at you when kissing
If he doesn't desire your body
If you don't feel him tremble
If you're consumed inside
If he breaks your illusion
If he leaves you no way out
If he ignores your pain
If you feel dead inside
If you fight for the truth
Knowing that it does exist
If you can't save anything
If you lost hope
If he doesn't deserve your love
Thin, with dark circles, tired and without illusions
Alone!
