Why always this fear?
It seemed like everything was fine already.
That the days would repeat themselves,
With the smell of your body on my

How many nights I slept scared.
Several times I went crazy on the street.
I was expelled from the bars,
Crying and breaking bottles.

You showed me the worst of me.
I welcomed you to hell. But,
Nothing makes sense without our tragedy
It was the only place I was.

Are we afraid of going through this crowd?

I do not blame ourselves for that.
But listen, listen, listen,

What I'm feeling:

The cage will always be open.
Only you have the keys to my ribs.




(BsAs)