What is Left?
I see you, old f(r)iend
It was about time I came back again
I am crawling on my knees
Begging and pleading for you to love me
Please, I need you
My sweetest amor
The nature of my candor
My sharpened, lyrical sword
Sin ti, I cannot go on
I have turned your melodias
Into a bastard's song
Trying to fill the void que me decias
You warned me, old f(r)iend
You warmed me, cabron
I wish I had listened
Instead of saying 'Alo' on the phone
Te fucking extraño
My amada mia
Tratando so hard de formar nuevas sinfonias
Pero callendo siempre in the trampas of my lenguajes
Mi words no make sentido
Now sé what I have perdido:
Coherence on my papel
Sentido en my soul
Spanglish, cabrona
Bastard of my mundo
Just when I think I have left you,
Me miras, saying: Te lo viviste, bitch.