Desahogo

Because I crawl at your feet,
because I give myself so much to you,
and because I never ask,
for anything in return for me.
Because I stay silent,
when you know how to hurt me,
with all those reproaches,
that I don't deserve from you.
Because in bed I toss and turn,
while you pretend to sleep,
but if you want I want,
and I can't pretend.
You've become the b i t c h,
that stabs my feelings,
you've become the probe,
the saddest of my laments.
But it turns out that I,
without you I don't know what to do,
sometimes I vent,
I despair because.
You are the serious problem,
that I don't know how to solve,
and I always end up in your arms,
when you want to have me.
You are the serious problem,
that I don't know how to solve,
and I always end up in your arms,
when you want to have me.