Tristeza
I don't you like a friend
Because all you give me is tristesa
That kills my happiness everyday
And the moment that you arrive everytime
Is when I am happy
But you try so hard to distroy the happy times
That I am happy
Every time when you arrive
Also when you do that you make me angry
Tristeza
But you seem to love to see me angry also
Tristeza
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