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Una mirada
Ojos que matan
De rodillas en tentación
Una palabra y no puede darle no
Una noche y su alma quiebra con
Tremenda fuerza y quien puede reprochar
Conozco ese momento de flojedad
Veneno tierno que siembra la ansiedad
Cada día tan confuso
Sus demonios fuertes intrusos
Cada noche su alma apuesta
Warm smile, long blonde hair
Pretty green eyes, skin damn fair
For sure lucky to get with a girl like that
Couldn't pass this chance no matter what
Shared a walk, chatted then went to her place
Substances, adrenaline made his heart race
So unreal, floating on a white cloud, so
So surreal, premonition of a white shroud
Lady woman, though not all she seemed
Soon grim reality and not a dream
Wasn't the first, certainly not her last
Moment of weakness, became victim of her past
Had his night of empty pleasure with his belle
If he could only he'd escape from this hell
Turn back time but time gone, too late
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back, lean back, lean back
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Mind keeps slandering, won't relent
Day after day, given no chance to repent
Routinely insulted, no concern or respect
No chance to ponder, one chance to reflect
World around him getting colder (Colder)
Heavy burden carried on his shoulders (Shoulders)
Telling him "I told ya" (Told ya)
None to turn to and no support
No shoulder to cry on for his life cut short
Lady woman, though not all she seemed
Soon grim reality and not a dream
Wasn't the first, certainly not her last
Moment of weakness, became victim of her past
Had his night of empty pleasure with his belle
If he could only he'd escape from this hell
Turn back time but time gone, too late
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back, lean back, lean back
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Positive result, result of his whim
This BS should happen to others, not him
Poison slowly running through his blood
Judged and damned by men as if they're God
Lord knows that it's hard
Frozen out by best friends and excluded
Spends his cold dark days alone in this world and secluded
What life is about?
Thoughts running between confusion and doubt
Fading away like a tree from drought
Getting weaker day by day, future looking bleak
Suffering in pain, slowly dying, mama crying
Eaten by this virus, slowly fading away
Fading gradually like a tree from drought
Had his night of empty pleasure with his belle
If he could only he'd escape from this hell
Turn back time but time gone, too late
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back, lean back, lean back
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Had his night of empty pleasure with his belle
If he could only he'd escape from this hell
Turn back time but time gone, too late
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and wait