It's slow dancing with you
in the middle of the street,
or talking about our future
in the backseat.
It's watching movies
in the living room,
or slowly kissing you
in my bedroom.

It's playing outside,
or riding in your car,
it's listening to music,
or just counting your scars.

It's being with you
that made me comprehend
why people search for love all their lives
and why they cry, when it ends.

Words, everything  is unheard,
no actions, everything is absurd .
The things you say make me doubt ,
wondering what it's all about.
And now I'm here, alone, with pen and paper
while you're there with a girl named Gwen or Jen.
It makes me ponder,
and I so wonder, if you're still with me
or with her.
Can I trust you?
There's nothing I can do,
I've got you like the flu.
There's nothing I  can say,
so instead, I'm writing this essay.
Making me lose my mind,
losing all my senses, going blind.
I'm way too young
and honestly, it's like I'm losing a lung.
This jealousy is killing me,
it's drowning me like the sea.
I'm done with all of this,
but I still need that kiss.

Lo quiero                                                           ­                                                                 ­                       Lo odio

Me encanta                                                          ­                                                                 ­           Me desespera

Lo adoro                                                            ­                                                                N­o quiero nada con él

Es mi príncipe azul                                                             ­                                          Es el dolor en mi trasero

Es el amor de mi vida                                                             ­        Es la persona que más detesto en esta vida

Pero, al fin del día, es lo mejor que jamás me haya pasado.                                                          ­               . . .