Pobrecita
Miguel Aceves Mejía
Poor thing
Why do you care if I'm with someone else
And live my life far away from you?
Have you forgotten that one day for your mother
You swore you would never be for me.
I remember your cruel words
And I feel sadness and resentment in my soul.
I remember the worst insults
That you shouted at me for giving you my love.
Poor thing about you
How much you will suffer
Because of your foolish pride?
Poor thing about you
How will you live
Disregarding what is yours?
Poor thing
You feel like a princess
Without a pretty face, without glory and honor.
Poor thing
Life awaits you
A tomorrow awaits you
Of tears and pain.
