Treasure Island

Johnny Checo

(8/22/89 / New jersey)

Me Duele, Me Mata

Me duele el corazon
saber que tu
me abandonaste,
me duele que tu me trisionaste,
me duele,
me duele,
me duele,
tu ni sabes
lo que tu causastes,
yo no puede respirar,
yo no puedo segir con esta vida,
la vida que tu me traysionaste,
tengo dias que no duermo,
dias que no agaunto el dolor,
porque tu me dises que me amas, tu ni me llamas
que soy el unico para ti,
pero y el
quien fue el,
el que tu besastes,
con ese beso tu me mataste,
por dentro,
corazon abierto,
tengo meses ahora con un dolor de cabeza,
que ningun droga quita,
la maldad que tu me isiste,
no se porque yo no soy nada para ti?
Quien soy yo

Submitted: Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Edited: Monday, October 29, 2012

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