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Night of March
On this cold March night, I see everything from a distance, while all my pillars collapse.
On this cold March night where the heart slowly stops beating, I lose my reason for living while the world keeps turning.
On this cold March night he tattooed the time on my face, the time of my final account, my soul is already condemned to live in suffering. While the ones I love walk away.
On this cold March night, my reasons for continuing are shrinking. This cold March night, sentenced me to die in life.
On this cold March night my conscience haunts me to bed and to work, it doesn't allow me to breathe, it doesn't allow me to smile.
On this cold March night my light has gone out, because I have sinned and I will not be forgiven.
On this cold March night sitting here on a bench I watch cars go by at 70 kilometers per hour, while the wind brushes my face and whispers in my ear, "you're a loser."
© Julian Claudio-Morales
On this cold March night where the heart slowly stops beating, I lose my reason for living while the world keeps turning.
On this cold March night he tattooed the time on my face, the time of my final account, my soul is already condemned to live in suffering. While the ones I love walk away.
On this cold March night, my reasons for continuing are shrinking. This cold March night, sentenced me to die in life.
On this cold March night my conscience haunts me to bed and to work, it doesn't allow me to breathe, it doesn't allow me to smile.
On this cold March night my light has gone out, because I have sinned and I will not be forgiven.
On this cold March night sitting here on a bench I watch cars go by at 70 kilometers per hour, while the wind brushes my face and whispers in my ear, "you're a loser."
© Julian Claudio-Morales
