Banda Sinaloense MS de Sergio Lizarraga me toca a mi

I've been in pain for years of begging you
always a caress
of forcing my little kisses in
enduring your lies and deceptions
but it's all over, he died
I'm tired of begging you every day
of having you laugh in my face
when I say I love you.
It's my turn to send you to hell
tell you that your love was It's a small thing
to say that your lies taught me
to realize that you were of no use.
It's my turn to throw your kisses
throw your whole world in the trash
it's my turn to tell you that I don't want to
I don't even want to look at you in painting anymore.
It's my turn to send you to the devil
to tell you that your love was a small thing
to say that Your lies taught me
to realize that you were of no use.
It is my turn to throw your kisses
throw your entire world in the trash
it is my turn to tell you that I don't want to
I don't want to look at you anymore even in painting.
It's my turn to send you to the devil
tell you that your love was a small thing
say that your lies taught me
to realize that you were of no use.
It's my turn to throw your kisses
throw your whole world in the trash
it's my turn to tell you that I don't want to
I don't want to I can't even look at you in painting
it's my turn to tell you that I love you
far from me.