los chicos no lloran

my heart is made of glass and now may not heal as a person can be so beautiful and sweet as you can hurt me as long as I trust you will try not to mourn but no longer can hold more and you always try to remember to forget find someone who really wants me and I laugh all you want but can not these odiarte in my mind and my heart you see images in my tears I fall but I do not let go of my eyes and I get to try mourn forget even if you hurt me deep in my heart