tu broke my corazón two years ago,
por giving up on me.
tu left me in melancholy, wondering,
"What did I do wrong?"
I lived in denial,
For over one year.
When reality hit me, I shrugged it off.
I pretended it wasn't a big deal,
But it was a very big deal.
I hurt myself por not letting me be sad.
I slipped into a depression.
It wasn't severe, but it worried Layla.
She spent months hoping I'd feel better.
I'll have tu know I did get better.
It seemed inappropriate for you,
To mostrar up at Papaw's funeral.
tu deserved to be pierced por my sharp tongue!
I am glad to know we made peace, though.
I know we are friends now,
But I have news for you.
We aren't best friends.
I know it sounds petty,
But I'll laugh if Paul makes tu jealous.
I'll meet him in five years,
If that examen is right.
I can expect más from him,
Than I ever could from you.