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What You Don't Tell Me

Kimberley Tell

Lo Que No Me Dices

Me manchaste la cama
Con la indiferencia pintada en tu cara
Y duele
Ojos al techo, ausentes
Este lugar no te pertenece
Y duele

Al menos sé que ya no volveré a buscarte
Al menos sé que ya no volveré aquí
Al menos sé que ya no volveré a unirme a ti
Para distanciarme de mí

Lo que no me dices duele
Lo que no me dices duele
Lo que no me dices duele
Lo que no me dices duele

Y así, de repente
Te conviertes en alguien virtual
Cansada de lo visible
Yo prefiero lo tangible

Y así, de repente
Te conviertes en alguien virtual
Cansada de lo visible
Yo prefiero lo tangible

Al menos sé que ya no volveré a buscarte
Al menos sé que ya no volveré aquí
Al menos sé que ya no volveré a unirme a ti
Para distanciarme de mi

Y puede que yo me engañe diciendo
Que solo quiero pasarlo bien
Cansada de noches sin mañanas
De noches que no acaban en nada

Lo que no me dices duele
Lo que no me dices duele
Lo que no me dices duele
Lo que no me dices duele

Me manchaste la cama
Con la indiferencia pintada en tu cara
Y duele

What You Don't Tell Me

You stained the bed
With indifference painted on your face
And it hurts
Eyes to the ceiling, absent
This place doesn't belong to you
And it hurts

At least I know I won't come looking for you again
At least I know I won't be back here
At least I know I won't join you again
To distance myself from me

What you don't tell me hurts
What you don't tell me hurts
What you don't tell me hurts
What you don't tell me hurts

And just like that, suddenly
You become someone virtual
Tired of the visible
I prefer the tangible

And just like that, suddenly
You become someone virtual
Tired of the visible
I prefer the tangible

At least I know I won't come looking for you again
At least I know I won't be back here
At least I know I won't join you again
To distance myself from me

And maybe I'm fooling myself saying
That I just want to have a good time
Tired of nights without mornings
Of nights that end in nothing

What you don't tell me hurts
What you don't tell me hurts
What you don't tell me hurts
What you don't tell me hurts

You stained the bed
With indifference painted on your face
And it hurts

Escrita por: Matias Eisen / Kimberley Tell