Traición

Yes, yes, when it’s maybe
When it’s no, no all that ever was
Mine, mine, what isn’t yours or ours,
When it’s me, me, all that you see
You call it impulse
You call it mistake
But the exact name is
Betrayal
Is not another body next to you
Betrayal
Is your having mocked love
«i didn’t go» and you were there
More than hiding, less than lying
Now i see that you prefer to leave
Rather than facing what you cause
You call it prudence
You call it reason
But the evidence is
Betrayal
Is not another body next to you
Betrayal
Is your having mocked love