Nací con rosas en los ojos y me enterraron viva en una tarde de 1945.
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sadmusicforsadbastards:

"Words fail me all the time 
I don’t even feel like talking 
Still I go on and on 
I’m dying here and you keep walking 

Why are you asking me this? 
Can’t you see I’m trying? 
I don’t like it like this 
No, I think I’m dying 

I can’t calm down at all 
Panic is what panic feels like 
Can’t we just stay silent? 
Speaking now seems far too violent 

Why are you asking me this? 
Can’t you see I’m trying? 
I don’t like it like this 
No, I think I’m dying”