broken heart

Por qué las mujeres no entendemos? Nos tratan mal una, dos, mil veces, y ahí seguimos. Nos van rompiendo poco a poco, y tenemos frases como "te amaré por siempre" "aunque roto, mi corazón te pertenece" o tonterías similares. ¿Qué sucede? ¿Qué sucede? Nos gusta sufrir y llorar y sentirnos rotas sin sentido alguno. Una tontería total.

Nos rompen, y nos rompen, y nos rompen... y ahí seguimos...

Why can't women understand? They treat us evil one, two, thousand times, and we are still in there. We are breaking little by little, and we have phrase such as "I still love you", or "mey heart is yours even if it is broken" or other sutpid phrases that are on internet, and we find, and collect. What's happening? It seem we like to suffer and cry and feel broken without sense. A complete stupidity.

We are broken once and again and we continue in there.