Underneath the tombstone I hear my name
They're calling for me, they're calling for me
Sometimes I feel I'm losing the game
They're calling for me, they're calling for me
They repeat the things I already know
They're reminding me, they're reminding me
"You'll destroy everything that you touch"
They're reminding me, they're reminding me
A shaky pulse and hands soaked with blood
It's always there, it's always there
The blood from my friend's battle she lost
It's always there, it's always there
A bittersweet reminder..
"Let's glorify the battle", they say
But no one wants to join
Let's sugarcoat it when they...
We don't talk about that face of the coin
I've been a goner for far too long
I can't find my breath, can't find my breath
They keep telling me I'm already gone
I can sense my death, I can sense my death
"Let's offer peace in between", they think
But no one seems to do so
Let's make it sound nice when they up and...
When all of them decide to up and go
When all of us decide to...
Underneath the tombstone I hear my name
They're calling for me, they're calling for me
"A way to pay your debt", they say
They're calling for me, they're calling for me
Should I answer the call or not?
Should I say good bye, or not?
I'll just keep passing by.
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Brain
ПоэзияA glimpse of what happens in my head. It is a bilingual (spanish/english) book; some poems will be in english, others in spanish.
