Imperfecte
Siempre pensando
Lo que quise no está en mis manos
Todo lo que ha hecho
Se figura en mi pasado
Y yo no quiero más (yo no quiero más)
Sin tu triste historia no sería igual
Pero no me falta más
Nunca supe la verdad
Sin tu amor, tu esperanza
Nada falta, nada falta
Imperfecto, todo roto
Pero no me importa más
Lo que quise no está en mis manos
Todo lo que ha hecho
Se figura en mi pasado
Y yo no quiero más (yo no quiero más)
Sin tu triste historia no sería igual
Pero no me falta más
Nunca supe la verdad
Sin tu amor, tu esperanza
Nada falta, nada falta
Imperfecto, todo roto
Pero no me importa más
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Writer(s): Frida Palafox Quintero
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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