Desahogo (en inglés)

Why do I drag myself at your feet
Why do I give you so much
And why don’t I ever ask
For anything in exchange for me

Why do I keep quiet
When you hurt me
With all those reproaches
That I don’t deserve from you

Why do I toss and turn in bed
Whilst you pretend to sleep
But if you want to I want to
And I can’t pretend

You’ve become the sharp end
That nails my feelings
You’re become the saddest
Gauge of my lamentations

But it turns out that I
Without you don’t know what to do
Sometimes I get it off my chest
I become desperate because

You are the serious problem
That I don’t know how to resolve
And I always end up in your arms
When you want to have me

You are the serious problem
That I don’t know how to resolve
And I always end up in your arms
When you want to have me