pensándolo bien...

Sigo sin saber que chingados pasó.

Sólo quiero que alguien me explique.

You know that I miss you, right?

Even thought every now and then I get the urge to write you I won't.
Today I will, only that it won't be directly.
I miss you.
I want you to tell me "I told you so", and for me to cry on your imaginary shoulder, but your nor here, you never were and you never will.

I still don't trust you, nor I will,
and that's why I write this.
To tell you, once again, that I miss your lies.