Me Acostumbré

I got used to having you
Lost in my dreams
I got used to being alone
Kissing your memory

I got used to my things
That one day were ours
I got used to waiting for you
With my window open

I got used to having you
Not being far away
To feel you in my bed
And play with your hair

What runs through my veins
I leave it in a poem
So that at any moment you read
What runs through my veins
I leave it in a poem
So that at any moment you read

I got used to being free
Like the winds are
I got used to that crazy one
Living in my mirror

If I sat down to write to you
Like many other times
It will be because to forget you
Maybe I didn't get used to