On Monday a year ago that my lips do not touch. And although I sometimes feel like being with you, I do not, I should not and I can not fall back into your clutches.
No I miss those times we shared together knowing that what we were doing was wrong.
When your will imposed on me in my time telling when it does or not.
No I miss those times when even we hid to be together. Do not miss you, that little by little going to end my life. Hecharte
Although I can not face anything, that was my fault for succumbing to your false charms.
This is not goodbye, it's a good riddance.
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