La Meca de Los Sentidos

I know it wasn't words, but bullets from a gun
When saying I love you didn't feel the same for me as it did for you
I'm a coward who never learned to feel
If I hurt you, it’s because one day, hurt came for me

Who are we talking about when we fall in love
If neither of us, at any moment, was truly happy?
Why do we put ourselves on the edge and jump
Knowing that jumping means setting a deadline?

The person I loved the most, I made her suffer
I used to dream of you, now I can’t sleep
I used to want to be your friend, now I can’t without you
You don’t deserve the pain, I don’t know why I chose you

If I had never met you
Imagine how easy it would have been
I know for you it’s just wasted time
But for me, it’s the mecca of the senses

But for me, it’s the mecca of the senses (eh and eh)

Your blah, blah doesn’t do me justice, my love, why don’t you shut up?
You spoke and once again you let me down
All night thinking about why I wanted her, and you didn’t measure up

If my fingers already hurt from writing you letters
That you never got, enough
You promised so much and, in the end, you didn’t need much

I tell myself again, that no one will come back to lie to me, again
And I go back to the grind with less than yesterday
With pain in my back from what I carried

Whose fault is it?, whose?
Questions wrap around me and I lose again
A piece of what kept me standing
I don’t even remember wanting

If I had never met you
Imagine how easy it would have been
I know for you it’s just wasted time
But for me, it’s the mecca of the senses

But for me, it’s the mecca of the senses (yeh and yeh)