When I die
how would i appreciate you
that you put in my grave
two bottles of mezcal
because I know that to die
of a raw
you know well that
It's your fault
for not being able to forget
every night
when I grab the bottle
I look at you inside her
and I start talking
after a while
that you hug me and
you aprientas
what if it were something true
I love you and I love you and it's not true
when at last
I come back from my crazy thoughts
the sufferings are envisioned
because I'm looking for you and you're not
of my eyes begins
sprout crying
because I love you so much
and I can not help it
every night
when I grab the bottle
I look at you inside her
and I start talking
after a while
that you hug me and
you aprientas
what if it were something true
I love you and I love you and it's not true
when at last
I come back from my crazy thoughts
the sufferings are envisioned
because I'm looking for you and you're not
of my eyes begins
sprout crying
because I love you so much
and I can not help it.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)