Unwritten Letter

This is the letter that the clock never wrote me
Too young to read, too early to shock me
Words are scars and pages are skin
Written in blood, drawn in red wine

What can I say??
I feel good looking at north way
Time is up, youth is gone
The years run fast when you're slow

You preferred to live, in that turbulence
Making the road wasn't easy
Nothing now to chase

Line by line, the meaning is not revealed
Visible ink, another new shit
Hospitals full day by day
Someone else and someone less

What can I say??
I feel good looking at north way
Time is up, youth is gone
The years run fast when you're slow

You preferred to live, in that turbulence

This is your last chance in life
The postman comes with a scythe
This is your last chance in game
The reaper will breaks your chains
Once in life, once in a lifetime for
Your fear to come true
This was the last look at the clock
And everything has turned to stone



Credits
Writer(s): Hugo Echeverría Gómez, Javier Echeverría Gómez, Mario Hospital Marcos, Pablo Salmón Cañas
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