De Qué Estoy Hecha
Rocío Durcal
What Am I Made Of
What am I made of,
I wonder
and I can't find the answer,
when you hurt me,
when you leave
when you close that door,
and I stay,
like a fool
waiting for your return,
and the night surrounds me,
dreaming of your kisses.
What am I made of,
I wonder
without looking in the mirror,
when angry,
if you love me
I let myself in bed,
and what's wrong with me,
that I can't bring myself
to leave you,
and instead of leaving you,
I love you even more.
What the hell am I made of,
that I'm only happy when I'm with you,
that I forget the bad moments,
and I never tire of waiting.
What the hell am I made of,
that I suffer what I suffer to have you,
and I'm so afraid of losing you,
that's why I wonder.
And what's wrong with me,
that I can't bring myself
to leave you,
and instead of leaving you,
I love you even more.
What the hell am I made of,
that I'm only happy when I'm with you,
that I forget the bad moments,
and I never tire of waiting.
What the hell am I made of,
that I suffer what I suffer to have you,
and I'm so afraid of losing you,
that's why I wonder.
What am I made of.
