A bunch of flowers over the table,
Remind a story of love and despair
A quest for knowing of what someone´s able
That time has passed and will never begin.
I hoped to love her, and give her my virtue
I hoped to live by her side, oh my Lord
I tried even when trying was useless
Eventually , she left me On my own
Scan my skin, there´s nothing but wounds
I weep in the crowds anonymously
Here I am confused with iron and Wood
I lost my heart tremendously
That´s why I rather live in the cities
When a flower perish no one sees it
hay que prestar más atencion a las flores, mamina.
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