that 2017 has had to be a year of a full recovering,
but ended up in another devastating fucked up line.
i assume, i did better, than i planned. or as they planned.
i did great, working weeks straight, breaking all the bones.

but i would have given up my hand to not feel that day.
it is not even devastating, it is more like someone just m.
scooped your guts out with a spoon and threw them away.
if i had a heart to feel, i do believe it has had been shattered.

but i want to believe, i stayed with the right guys.
who believe in a long run of a solid damn eternity.
who won`t shake, won`t break, won`t blur on me.

if we were still in medieval ages, i would put the ones,
who do on trial and cut the heads without better thinking.
but we are not and i am out of a drop of solidarity on this one.

i just want to pass this to someone,
i just want to laser out that leg tattoo.
i just want to go to Cuba like a month or two.

the bright side?
there is still someone, who tends to say
tu eres la mujer de mi vida.

i mean, is that okay to be me?
i said [i am going to spend an eternity with you]
two times in my life and both particularly failed.

they say,
third time is a charm.