Shakira: The torture

I'm not asking that every day be sunnyI'm not asking that there be a party every FridayNor do I ask you to come back begging forgivenessIf you're crying with dry eyes,Speaking about herOh my love, it hurts so muchIt hurts so muchThat you left without saying a wordOh my love, losing you was tortureI know I haven't been a saintBut I can make it up to youMan doesn't live on bread aloneNor do I live on excusesWe only learn from mistakesAnd today I know my heart is yoursBetter save that for yourselfTake that bone to some other dogAnd let's say goodbyeI can't ask winter to spare a rose bushI can't ask an elm tree to bear pearsI can't ask the eternal of a mere mortalAnd go about casting thousands of pearls before swineOh my love, it hurts so muchIt hurts so muchThat you no longer trust my promisesOh my love, losing you has been tortureI know I haven't been a saintAnd I'm not made of stoneMan doesn't live on bread aloneNor do I live on excusesWe only learn from our mistakesAnd today I know my heart is yoursBetter save that for yourselfTake that bone to some other dogAnd let's say goodbyeListen, baby, don't you goListen, baby, don't get angryFrom Monday to Friday you have my loveGive Saturday to me and you'll be better offListen baby, don't punish me anymoreWithout you, out there I have no peaceI'm just a repentant manI'm the bird that returns to its nestI know I haven't been a saintAnd I'm not made of stoneMan doesn't live on bread aloneNor do I live on excusesWe only learn from our mistakesAnd today I know my heart is yoursBetter save it for someone foolish enough to believe you and say GoodbyeAD LIBSOh after all I've done for youIt was such a torture to lose youIt hurts me so that it's like thisKeep on crying sorryI...I'm not goingTo cry over you