I know, I know I've let you down

I've been a fool to myself

I thought that I could live for no one else

But now through all the hurt & pain

It's time for me to respect

the ones you love mean more than anything

So with sadness in my heart

I feel the best thing I could do

is end it all and leave forever

what's done is done it feels so bad

what once was happy now is sad

I'll never love again my world is ending

I wish that I could turn back time

cos now the guilt is all mine

can't live without the trust from those you love

I know we can't forget the past

you can't forget love & pride

because of that, it's killing me inside

It all returns to nothing,

it all comes tumbling down, tumbling down,

tumbling down

It all returns to nothing, I just keep letting me down, letting me down,

letting me down

In my heart of hearts

I know that I could never love again

I've lost everything, everything

everything that matters to me,

matters in this world

I wish that I could turn back time

cos now the guilt is all mine

can't live without the trust from those you love

I know we can't forget the past

you can't forget love & pride

because of that, it's killing me inside

It all returns to nothing,

it all comes tumbling down, tumbling down,

tumbling down

It all returns to nothing, I just keep letting me down, letting me down,

letting me down

It all returns to nothing, it all comes tumbling down, tumbling down,

tumbling down

It all returns to nothing, I just keep letting me down, letting me down,

letting me down

Sentiste alguna vez,

lo que es tener

el corazón roto

sentiste a los asuntos pendientes volver,

hasta volverte muy loco

Si resulta que sí,

si podrás entender lo que me pasa a mí esta noche,

ella no va a volver y la pena empieza a crecer adentro,

la moneda cayó por el lado de la soledad, y el dolor...

(Andrés Calamaro, "Crímenes Perfectos")

Tuve todo para ser feliz: una mujer maravillosa que quería convertirse en mi esposa. Un par de hijos que si bien no eran míos llegué a quererlos como si lo fueran. Un hogar. Una familia. Amigos verdaderos.

Y lo eché a perder. Y no hay nadie a quien culpar, porque ésta vez el problema fui yo. Yo y mis inseguridades, mi carácter, mi falta de tolerancia, mis miedos. Mi inmadurez.

Mi partida no aportó nada, ahora sólo hay vacío y tristeza.

Ésta vez el problema fui yo. Y ni un millón de lágrimas podrán hacer que ella regrese.

TODO TIENE UN PRECIO...

... Y el precio de la libertad, es la soledad.