Saturday, May 14, 2005
I gave you my endearment because I thought you were sincere, but you turned out to be a backstabber. Mine were good intentions toward you, and your attitude is to be blamed for my change of heart. My pride is not to be toyed with and treated as garbage; you have my word that you won’t get away with what you’ve done. Sooner or later you’ll live to regret it. I can be the kindest person, but I can also be quite destructive to those who mistreat me. You’ll learn from me a lesson you won’t forget. I won’t stop until I have you at my feet — begging me for love and forgiveness — in the presence of the excuse-of-a-man you thought would be good enough to replace me.
Yo creí que eras buena;
Tú me hiciste rebelde;
Este orgullo que tengo no lo vas a mirar
Yo te juro por todo lo que sucedió
Ya verás traicionera,
Y es que tú ya de mí no te vas a burlar.
Porque tú a mis espaldas me hiciste traición.
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