Help Me

Coming to the place where I was born
Is nothing that I can tell with joy
You tell me if I'm wrong
Until I calm my self
Please tell me If I'm wrong
Until I calm my self down
I'm trying harder things
That I used to

I'm in trouble, please help me
I'm in trouble, please help me

Ship shit tiny room
Smell of melancholy
Yellow curtain with a little hole
Children used to see through it
Who was inside at that time, it was me
About to cry

I'm in trouble, please help me
I'm in trouble, please help me



Credits
Writer(s): Alejandro Llanes, Daniel Tejeda, Manuel Gilberto Lopez, Octavio Guerrero
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