I was so eager to see you,
late evening of Christmas.
Bag full of books,
one desire inside (you)
I was falling, even if I didn't know.
I greeted you with a kiss on the lips
that you seemed to run away from

You wanted me in your bed,
you wanted a quick ****
You wanted something different
You were not hooked like that
But all I had was thirst for your love
My *****, unclean love you set free
on a dark Barceló street

And this is what you become.
A faded memory sometimes too strong.

In your room I saw your sweetness
and when we walked I saw it too
Bewitched under your lights
Emanating, I thought, from you
But you were a night inside
Steamy and cold at the same time

Bleeding like a rose in love
I was. You said you were happy,
that we'd meet again.
But I could see things going other way.

Your lack of satisfaction.
This ***** game we played.
The way you run away from my love
in the streets, you don't want connection with me.

I should have read the signals
that you merely wanted to ****.
But I was in too deep and I listened to no one's advice

So now I see, past the growling,
the words, the songs, everything.
Past the lies you told me.
They are too many.