Debajo Del Manzano
Sucia elegancia
Under the Apple Tree
I wish I could stop walking on this earthly ground
But first I need to find
That summer love
Death watches me dancing
Under that apple tree
The butterflies never came out
They turned into worms
It's not the dish, it's the hand that's serving it
Bitterness clings to me
I usually dodge it with a smile
One day I plan to go back home
To turn off the water I left boiling
Always calm, even though I'm rotting inside
If you see me running from the Gates, I'm escaping
Me and my damn habit of fixing things with drinking
Of fixing things with drinking
I'm stitching up with thread
Everything I've destroyed
I've also stopped looking for
The things I've lost
It's 5 PM
And I want to keep sleeping
Damn depression
You look so good in your dress
If God exists
He can forgive me
I just want to live in peace, I'm tired of worrying
Broken hearts
Taught me to love myself
My nephew jumping rope
With the one I thought to hang myself with
With the one I thought to hang myself with
