Mi Propio Brujo

There are many fortunes
That the dice threw at me
The decks, that I picked up over these years
My own warlock, laralara

I can't leave him
I would have tried
I stop his body
I hate never leaving him
I keep trying, laralara

And I regret a hundred times more
I say I regret
It's like a bug
In which I turn

Yes, I'm convinced
I'm bored
Yes, you must have heard me
I don't want more noise

Yes, I'm convinced
I'm bored
Yes, you must have heard me
On a quiet day