You know well that loving yourself is losing
You know well that it is difficult to change
not all the time in life is pleasure
there is good time to love and hate...oh...
You know well
that to love yourself is to lose
You know well that it is difficult to change
not all the time in life is pleasure
there is good time to love and hate..< br/>love and hate, love and hate, love and hate
In every neighborhood there are love stories
some happier than others, others sadder
I'm going to tell you the story that I know
that of a flower in the neighborhood that little by little
was wilting. The story of a love
terrible, tempestuous, of a love of roses and thorns
the one that I saw, and I couldn't help but live in the flesh
the little girl saw lights because of the guy
artificial games, there was not a minute
that she did not speak or think about him
love was in her blood, like a poison
like a sweet and bitter disease
and the months passed, and with them came
the horror of a relationship that was no longer healthy
as if some fire in her heart stopped burning her
Minute by minute, they lengthen the hours
second by second there is no more time...oh...
Minute by minute, the hours are lengthening
second by second there is no more time
And that love began to cheat on her with others
to forget about those important dates
that keep any relationship alive
and he didn't hit the little girl
but he constantly lowered her self-esteem
he ridiculed her in front of his friends
he treated her as an object of pleasure
he called her when she was tired
of waiting for his call.
That flower of the neighborhood was withering
minute by minute going out,
like the fire of love goes out
and the blows of the soul never heal
hopefully and love never turns into hate
because The day that happens
love will be very lost
You know well that loving yourself is losing
You know well that it is difficult to change
not all the time in life is pleasure
There is a good time to love and hate... oh...
You know well that loving yourself is losing
You know well that it is difficult to change
not all time in life is pleasure
there is a good time to love and hate...
love and hate, love and hate, love and hate
Violence is not just a blow
it is more than the word
pain, tears, self-esteem,
scars that do not heal
it is more than a marriage issue
because we have been victims
from the first boyfriend, until things happen
br/>because sworn love turns into hate
don't let the flower of hope wither
even if only it remains a wheel
Gallego and Glou - Glory
distributing seeds
so that awareness grows
I think if you know how to do this
Puerto Rico, Latin America
it's time to change!

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