No Me Quieras
Vanesa Martín
Don't Want Me
If in hell I have to burn to lose you,
Let them start so when I arrive,
Because what I offer you, you don't deserve,
I can't go on.
I'll spill a letter for you to have,
And there will still be two glasses on the table,
Even if you're not there, I'll get used to it in the end, noooo...
Don't want me, don't want me,
Don't want me, don't want me.
Because your way of loving is to die,
Your way of feeling, to kill,
And I was left for you,
Because your way of loving is to die,
Your way of feeling, to kill,
And I was left for you, aaahh...
Aaahh...
In your life, I'll be just a drop of water,
While I let myself be flooded by your tide,
That in your silence, you don't find yourself
So as not to scare yourself.
And I don't blame you, you're not aware,
You have the other half of magic that I lose,
And you'll live in me until I cease to exist,
My voice, don't want me, don't want me,
Don't want me, don't want me.
Because your way of loving is to die,
Your way of feeling, to kill,
And I was left for you,
Because your way of loving is to die,
Your way of feeling, to kill,
And I was left for you,
Don't want me...
If in hell I have to die to lose you...
Let them start, let it come,
Let it come, let it come...
Don't want me.