#13440 i likeit
Can I stay here? I can sleep
On the floor
Paint the blood and hang the palms,
On the door.
Do not think I'm going places anymore,
Wanna see the sun come up above New York.
Oh, everyday I start so great,
Then the sunlight dims.
Less I've learned,
The more I see the pythons and the limbs.
Do not know what's wrong with me,
Sours in the cup.
When I walk into a room,
I do not light it up.
Fuck.
So I stay down,
With my demons.
I stay down,
With my demons.
#13465 Tienes buen gusto, si señor! Y no por este tema (que también), sino por otros que has puesto páginas atrás.