Dark blue was the night when she left me, alone and sad.

His brown eyes stared at me but I did not feel a single thing.

How could I feel in love with the beautiful traitor?

She was soft like the clouds in the sky

I have red feelings, and gray insecurities.

If your friends do not know who you are,  are they your real friends?

Her beautiful name was Autumn. I was her lady and she was mine.

La hermosa tracionera me miró y en los labios me besó.