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No se si me malacostumbre o me malacostumbraste No se si es importante echarle la culpa a alguien A esta altura de juego la verdad no tiene sentido A esta altura de juego solo queda la nostalgia Tonto pensar que alguna vez me aferre a ti de tal manera Que pense que la vida no seria lo mismo si no estabas en ella Aunque no confundas, porque i didnt take you for granted Eventhough I never could imagine such a thought as you beeing gone And one does not realize the everchanging shifts of friendship The way that its so strong and so fragile, all at once The way we so many times consider it a given The way it can dissappear just like that Am I sad? Mad? Should I feel this way? Can I? Do I only miss you because I got so used to you? Is it supposed to be simple or plain complicated to move on? Maybe I just have a hard time moving on