Just another addiction,
just another written problem,
other moment written with red ink,
red ink of your blood in the history of your short life
Thousand mistakes happen in one day,
and you know and delete them, but open,
open the old wounds of your most lost memories.
that are collecting dust in your mind.
And knows that the stars,
no longer shine for you,
know that the night around you and you know,
know that it is the time
Time to close your eyes
and listening to the heart,
and he tell you that hurts beat
for many wounds and blows that came
and the silence doesn't contradict,
just give him the reason.
That both speak at the same time
and being told you that the it was finished ink
That the papers want to burn
and they want to finish with everything
That you already arrived to the limit
Which doesn't have a new fence
That small fence that you always
in fits and starts would jump
That it is your turn to give
and finish with all.