Mucho Frio

Retrace! cause I want to correct
All the misplaced words and poorly formed steps
That came, before all this regret
All these fucking moments I can't choke or repress

Those unspoken words
Thought I saw you mumble but I never really heard
Outside the structure you were referred
To some kind of miracle now that seems absurd

Don't know what I saw my eyes were blurred
Woke up the morning, felt what I deserve
Felt what I deserve

Shh!
Shh!

Guilty! of some kind of crime
You don't got the kind of stomach for this poison heart of mine
Discount on love, the kids left behind
For the silence in the corner, the kind that you can't define

These streets filled with dread
Running from the moment, I'm running from my head
Dispatch the calls, the memory is dead
Do the dirty dishes, and burn the sheets of this bed

I'm the kind of thought better left unsaid
I'm the kind of book better left unread
Better left unread

Dead
I'm the kind of thought better left unsaid
I'm the kind of book better left unread
Better left unread



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