I am the lover, the other woman, the intruder
The one that has no feelings...

I wrote the original poem in spanish but...
Cuanto tiempo mas va pasar...

How much longer will I cry, how many more tears...
When will my heart learn...

When you said you had to leave
when you said you had to work...

We knew from the beginning we could never be...
Our love was forbidden since we met...

You cheated on me and expected me to beg
i was distraught and spent some time in bed...

Why didn't it work out
why couldnt we fight for it...

Love is hurtful, love is pain
love is everything you didn't expect...