Songs, those songs
It's hard to brag,death is so hard
Pain comes at that moment
It's hard to keep it going,settle down..
Blood in my hands,dripping down my tongue
That's just my bag,that's not my bag,this love makes me tired
Pages,those pages
That do not close,do not erase
It breaks me into pieces every time
They do not get read,comport
Blood in my hands,dripping down my tongue
That's just my bag,that's not my bag,this love makes me tired