I always had a defect, I don't know how to say what I didn't
and after four o'clock my face was a mistake
stuck like an idiot I went
with the bow on my head
searching those tits the heat
to be able to survive
the agony of the night,
the misfortune of feeling like a mercenary of alcohol
and get away between the screams and the drinks
alone again, a loser
We left that hysteria to another place
fleeing the fangs of loneliness
given away, I offered the taste of those in shelters
they become lukewarm and they do not lead to a winning orgasm
what a winner
It was there that I realized that there could always be something worse
it was then that I realized that anguish is the cousin of despair
and that sometimes Maybe being alone is better
and you never get to heaven in two.
I fell asleep and wanted to piss
there is no worse remedy than illness
end of the turn, I bother you sir
I found this animal at night in the morning when I was running away
without a liver, without a breast and without love
It was there that I realized that there can always be something better
br/>it was then that I realized that anguish is the cousin of desolation
It was then that I realized that there can always be something worse
it was that way that I realized that anguish is the cousin of despair
and that sometimes, perhaps, being alone is better
and that you never get to heaven in two.

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