Sin Salida
La Quinta Estación
Dead End
Me with not much to say or much to keep quiet starting to believe my lies,
you looking for your place between dreams and Prozac hiding yourself among false caresses,
don't talk to me about flying, I prefer to walk and thus get out of this alive,
don't try to deceive me with promises that end up in the drawer of overdue bills.
Maybe in the end, I'm just one more of our suicidal relationships,
we haven't learned our lesson and we keep running into the same dead end alley.
You trying to understand how and why the kisses turned to ashes,
I get lost like yesterday among sheets of paper trying to draw your smile,
don't talk to me about changing, it's too late, rushing didn't help us at all,
don't talk to me about fighting, I don't want to start another list of lost battles.
Maybe in the end, I'm just one more of our suicidal relationships,
we haven't learned our lesson and we keep running into the same dead end alley.
There are no reasons to give another chance,
and start over since it's just another one of our suicidal relationships.
Maybe in the end, I'm just one more of our suicidal relationships,
we haven't learned our lesson and we keep running into the same dead end alley.
Maybe in the end, I'm just one more of our suicidal relationships,
we haven't learned our lesson and we keep running into the same dead end alley.
