ARRIBA MOROCHA, QUE NADIE ESTÁ MUERTO



miércoles


I'm so tired of being here
suppressed by all of my childish fears and if you have to leave
i wish that you would just leave because your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal this pain is just too real there's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried i'd wipe away all of your tears
when you'd scream i'd fight away all of your fears
and i've held your hand through all of these years
but you still have all of me

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