Coletivo Segundo

Quiet

quiet lungs tell me if

I'm gonna make untill this afternoon

I guess I've been dumped

The last I remember was me whining

to my corpse, in this room

My body snapped into suffocating statements

Only sentimental thougths have been left

I ought to remember if I conquered my head

If youth really brings happiness

As it seams to never last

The spike hurts still

my heart should have never made me ill

some tears close eyes

as dropping good byes

I'll never know

if what killed me was a disease

or if I got murdered begging in my knees