No me gusta que hablen.

Que te mencionen a cada momento, que lo que tuve contigo sea motivo de burla de los demás.
Que al cometer un error digan tu nombre, que me mires cuando lo hagan.
No me gusta que hablen de ti en presente, si ya quiero que seas parte de mi pasado.
No me gusta que hablen de ti en futuro, si no te quiero ahí.
No me gusta que hablen de ti y de mi al mismo tiempo, llevo mucho tiempo evitando hablar de ti para no que no duela más.

I don't know.

I can notice. I'm not dumb. I know you're angry and I know is with me. But I don't know your reasons and that's quite hard to me.
I can tell you, you're not my best friend 'cause you go with me to all the parties and get drunk together everytime as possible. You're my best friend because you know everything about me; and maybe I don't know everything about you but I know you more than anyone.
I can't take that as a victory, because in times like this, knowing a lot about you is not enough.
I'm sorry if I made something to do you wrong, but you I love you brother, and I wouldn't do anything to make you feel bad.

Crazy town.

In this crazy town,
I just need to lend a hand,
a voice to help me if I'm doing it bad,
someone to spend my time.

In this crazy town
I'm a clever guy,
I don't care about you and I,
I just care of the moment of my life.

Did you realize I'm in love with you?
There's no way for you to know,
but all my signals are straight and I don't need to hide.