Cosas peores

Worse things could happen
Than believing in love
Than going out to have fun
Than having one or two boyfriends
And if they speak ill of me
I'll say that's just how I am

I could very well flirt
Promise fidelity
Hug them just for fun
And steal their hearts
And then hurt them for pleasure
Be hypocritical and lie

I respect friendship
I am sincere and loyal
I regret if I do wrong
I know how to accept mistakes
And I don't mind crying

I can't give up
And waste my life
Lock myself up and wait
For that love, that ideal
That maybe won't come
Even if they speak ill of me
Because I've always been like this