I'm so lost, I do not know where I'm going.
Disoriented, what day would it be today?
I see a lot of light, I see a lot of light.
My eyes close, I only feel a cross.
Life is not made for me.
For a boss my back I do not plan to leave, for a salary I do not want to live,
I want to go up, I want to go up.
I want to live my life quietly.
They called me fat, I lost the pounds.
They call me depressive, I'm a drug addict, what I need are my tons of weedo.
To stay confused all the time, forget all the shit I have suffered.
Of course I'm addicted, honey, that's what there is,
tell me what would you do if my life had vivid.
Tranquilita, I do not think I'll grate more, basically I force you to start me
forget, a guy like me is not worth it to endure,
just follow your life, your moves, your curros, your family, leave me alone.
Better forget, better forget, I do not want to feel anything.
Better forget, better foget ...
Best step to count those moves if you really gave me a lot of good morning.
We thought that that would never end and in the end came the day of the end of the melody.
And I thought it would not hurt me, that would not affect me, that feeling is crap.
Then that beautiful lady left the story and he came back for my good marijuana.
I am always thinking about dying.
What happened to Ferta from her mc beginnings?
What happened to your life that makes you that way?
Rabid, crying, disgusted, there was never a Ferta happy
What happened that I have stopped following?
How do I no longer have criticism to receive?
I do not understand anything about what happens, if I lose home,
my mind does not fit that little by little Ferta leaves to live.
Better forget, better forget, I do not want to feel anything.
Better forget, better forget ...
Sadness invades my fucking inside.
With just a touch my heart broke.
My eyes cried, I do not want to be me the bad guy in the story, anyone created.
I did not want to leave, it was not my intention, only that my being was a little crazy.
My inner child never understood how growing up I became a heartless person
And now life tells me the stop.
I lightning a thousand times, who bothered, if I cry to 'the day with melancholy
and who would say it, she forgot.
Everything was lost, or easily all the memories to the shit
I send and yes it hurt, fuck ...
And yes it hurt.