Bad guys

You go away, almost without giving me account I know that you go away,
no longer you watch too much to me when you take a walk to my side
And what to hope?
Of a boring heart, what to hope? Of that it lies to its sadness dancing in a discoteca.
And for a long time I have been thinking back about two years when all Fridays you wanted to be,
when all my things used to you to please, gives fear me, without you gives fear me to wake up. Because today you prefer to the bad boys and the wild boys, those that watch to you without blinking, those that they drink Coca-Cola,
those that shout more, those than pretend their details and they are ed ***reflx mng more than nobody,
you prefer to the others. No longer you like I, and for that reason you go away. It is unjust, I have not been able nor to begin. I that I thought invitarte to slide with me, to float with me,
to fly with me, to fly…
Four, three, two, one.
And who will give its whole life by poderte to kiss today that your heart is Arctic and your neon-romantic profile.
And what to hope of which in each club one dares to shout that I was too static and sometimes so dramatic?
And for a long time I have been thinking about volverte to forget, in leaving you lose yourself that you fall to the sea in the monster that soon will occupy my place. I do not want to you, no longer I will want to you never never. And although you prefer the bad boys and to the wild boys, today I am going to leave, I am going to begin to be the one that invades your memories each dawn. No longer you live in my dreams,
today I laugh to me and I amuse myself and is that today I dance between the bad boys and I leave them hypnotized.