Quiero, Quieres

I would be nobody's number two

That's what I wrote in his letter too

How could a man just leave with no regrets

Women start looking to replacing it

Are you feeling love for it, man

I think the cure is in your hands

Doctor, he said I'd always be loved

That my arms would always be warm enough

But now he's gone and I guess I'd better move

My heart's stopped, now it beats fast for you

I am showing symptoms of sorrow, again

Tell me the truth, if it serious, man...

Put me under, starve the fever

Don't feel.

I am fading with every wasted second

You're a lie.

You're a lie.