Mi Pequeña Muerte - Hospital

Pupilas

Curame antes que comience el invierno
mucho para darte no tengo
tengo una vida que esta deshecha y rota
sobre la mesa, entre botellas
y rotas promesas

Hazme sentir que las cosas tienen sentido
que no todo esta tan perdido
que hay un mañana
que ya no me hacen falta esas pastillas
para encenderme, para brillar

Y ya no pensare morir, nunca mas
y ya no pensare en morir, nunca mas
si estas conmigo, quiero estar vivo

Créeme juro que conozco el infierno
y el sabor del arma en la boca
ya no es un juego, en realidad
mi pasado es todo un desastre
si quieres cambiarlo, no me negare.

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Writer(s): Julian Ignacio Perla
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