Falta de mim

Seeing you like this
With the pure signs of the lack of me
In full apogee
Dying of boredom and the remedy is me
I who am always close
And just want to be sure to be yours
But you want nothing
Disoriented, just wants apogee

Says you've reached where you wanted, thank God
And success is what you desire
And find it strange that you taste bitterness from the mouth that no longer kisses me
And burn dry eyes without mine
With the great courage you have
Carry this farce to the end
But carries written on the forehead the lack of me