Letters to Fall
Writing the last letter and not for the pope
Nailing the pencil With the word hope
And with the word faith I collapse
My hands tremble, drug relapse
Soaked in gasoline
Inside my dead home
Surrounded by black birds
Open the door for the newcome
Bring your pain here
A fire spark and disappear
Welcome to the house of those
Who couldn't take it anymore
No colors in my world
Everything is grey
Writing the last song
I smoke my life away
No colors in my world
Everything is grey
Singing the last song
I smoke my life away
Inside of suicidal home
Letters and letters pasted on the walls
Letters to the fire
Letters to the freedom
I'm plenty of reasons
To escape from this life-prision
Believe me my dear
Without falling into the hole
I've already touched bottom
The other side seems awesome
Letters to the fire
Letters to the freedom
I'm plenty of reasons
To scape from this life-prision
Letters to the fire
Letters to the freedom
I'm plenty of reasons
No colors in my world
Everything is grey
Writing the last song
I smoke my life away
No colors in my world
Everything is grey
Singing the last song
I smoke my life away
Letters to the fire
Letters to the freedom
I'm plenty of reasons
To escape from this life-prision
Letters to the fire
Letters to the freedom
I'm plenty of reasons
Believe me my dear
Without falling into the hole
I've already touched bottom
The other side seems awesome
Nailing the pencil With the word hope
And with the word faith I collapse
My hands tremble, drug relapse
Soaked in gasoline
Inside my dead home
Surrounded by black birds
Open the door for the newcome
Bring your pain here
A fire spark and disappear
Welcome to the house of those
Who couldn't take it anymore
No colors in my world
Everything is grey
Writing the last song
I smoke my life away
No colors in my world
Everything is grey
Singing the last song
I smoke my life away
Inside of suicidal home
Letters and letters pasted on the walls
Letters to the fire
Letters to the freedom
I'm plenty of reasons
To escape from this life-prision
Believe me my dear
Without falling into the hole
I've already touched bottom
The other side seems awesome
Letters to the fire
Letters to the freedom
I'm plenty of reasons
To scape from this life-prision
Letters to the fire
Letters to the freedom
I'm plenty of reasons
No colors in my world
Everything is grey
Writing the last song
I smoke my life away
No colors in my world
Everything is grey
Singing the last song
I smoke my life away
Letters to the fire
Letters to the freedom
I'm plenty of reasons
To escape from this life-prision
Letters to the fire
Letters to the freedom
I'm plenty of reasons
Believe me my dear
Without falling into the hole
I've already touched bottom
The other side seems awesome
Credits
Writer(s): Fernando Rodriguez Sendon
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