John Doe - Sueltame lyrics

rate me

It isn’t the clothes you don’t ware

Or how they chopped off all your hair

Nobody knows, nobody sees

How hard you work, how much blood you bleed

There isn’t a lock, I can’t find the key

One time you’re old you missed me

On this warm little body

Leave the bed be

I’m strung out like a junky

With nothing left to lose

Somebody’s moments

Someone else’s dream

How can anyone know

A line cuts you down

And it lays you low

How it fills you up

And let’s you grow

The lungs exploding

Missals floating

Radar all over you face

Bottles break at your feet

Softly like eggs

Out of the batter and into the pain

I don’t think I can take this

Like a man

So good to have you

So lost to lose you

So bad to be you

Don’t let me leave you