Ahora me arrepiento, me arrepiento tanto... Y no paro de pensar en todas las mentiras que me creí, en todo el daño que me causé, en las cicatrices de mi piel, en las manchas negras en mi conciencia.
Quizás nunca se me cierren las heridas del todo, porque vengo acumulando un historial que nadie quiere recordar.
Screenager
Who's so phoney and always surrounded?
Stop your screamings, no one can hear
Stop your screamings, no one can hear
All the scars on your skin: "Post no bills"
Who you were
Was so beautiful
Remember who, who you were
Hide from the mirror, the cracks and the memories
Hide from your family, they won't know you now
For all the holes in our soul host no thrills
Who you were
Was so beautiful
Memories who, who you were
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