Sensitive
The clouds are coming back
With a seasonal race between
the holy rain and my salty tears
creating a bridge to chase me away
only because I have been sensitive
the holy rain and my salty tears
creating a bridge to chase me away
only because I have been sensitive
I am all alone under the drops of
rain
singing my misery to a broken tree
since we are broken, waiting on death
people say that I should more open
friends are just actors in my journey
singing my misery to a broken tree
since we are broken, waiting on death
people say that I should more open
friends are just actors in my journey
I'm thirty years and still cannot
stop crying
thirty years filled with thorns of sorrows
thirty years filled with worse decisions
thirty years filled with bleeding wounds
thirty years filled with pieces of broken dreams
thirty years filled with thorns of sorrows
thirty years filled with worse decisions
thirty years filled with bleeding wounds
thirty years filled with pieces of broken dreams
I walk behind the mirror hiding
my feelings
I blindfold my sights from my sad emotions
if love comes softly, why do I walk to the
I blindfold my sights from my sad emotions
if love comes softly, why do I walk to the
cemetery, attending my life
funeral by myself
just because I am sensitive and lost
just because I am sensitive and lost
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