¿Have you thought, you’d never be better?
¿have you thought you’ll never get rid of the fiber?
That fiber which makes you feel like you can’t stay anymore,
You are ****** up, you are tired, and you are bored.
The life just keeps going, the world moving and the sadness growing,
You think about the messes in your head,
You are on earth but you feel like if you were in hell.
I inhale smoke one more time, thinking about her.
You were the best, I scream in my corner.
It is known that you will not come back.
It is said by a voice that the sky is black.
It is said by the voice that the knife is the ticket to escape.
I can see a hanged body in a dark landscape.