Veintinueve de agosto de dos mil veinte, siete pe eme con casi cuarenta minutos.🔑
2 am and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper
It's no longer inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming and loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to.
If I get it all down on paper
It's no longer inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming and loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to.
2 a.m. y sigo despierto, escribiendo la canción,
Si logro ponerla en papel, no estará más dentro de mi
amenazando la vida a la que pertenece.
Y siento como si estuviera desnudo frente a una multitud
porque estas palabras son mi diario gritado en voz alta
y sé que las usaras, de la forma que quieras.
PerdÃa el sentido de la canción con cada mirada tuya y solo quedaba respirar. Thanks for the song.
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe...
