CHINGADA

I stopped talking to you but not loving you
You wanted me, you wanted to lose me
And I know
You did that well
I stopped seeing you but not missing you
You wanted me, you wanted to see me hurt
Or maybe

It’s something of mine and that’s it
Nothing is permanent
Especially if you’re being lied to
I don’t wish you the best if you had it right in front of you
And nothing is permanently unnecessary
I wish you the best because

I don’t hate you
I hate loving you and that you don’t feel the same anymore
A madhouse
I look like a crazy person begging for your affection
It hurt me but I didn’t say anything
Seeing you happy while I cried for you

I’m not from Mexico
But fuck you
I know it was my last try, be happy, take care
You don’t care and I lost interest
I’m going through the grief
You’re giving me the cold shoulder and to forget you

Today I’m pouring a fernet
I’m not from Mexico
But I’m the guy you loved the most
I don’t want any more alcohol
I want you
For these sad days

I want to kill that part of me
That you made to come back
My question as an Argentinian today is
What the hell did you do to me?
No hard feelings but give me some respect

To disappear
The loves that are traitors
They regret too
I don’t hate you
I hate loving you and that you don’t feel the same anymore
A madhouse

I look like a crazy person begging for your affection
It hurt me but I didn’t say anything
Seeing you happy while I cried for you
I’m not from Mexico
But fuck you
I’m not from Mexico
But fuck you