I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when u make me cry
I hate it when you're not around
And the fact that u didn't call
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate u
Not even close
Not even a little bit
Not even at all
La neta sí lloré.
Lloré de felicidad, de recuerdos, de bailar con la gente que quiero y de entender que, mientras una está viva, una debe amar lo más que pueda.