Parece Que Viene Bien

A lot of rock and no love,
it seems to be my fate;
from people who talk too much,
and just keep moving on.

Seven times, seven,
it's not the same as a hundred;
forgetting the differences,
it looks like it's going well.

I don't care about anything else,
what they might say to me;
it's considered done,
what I promised to be.

Seven times, seven,
it's not the same as a hundred;
forgetting the differences,
it looks like it's going well.