Una ojos que matan De en tentacion Una palabra y no puede el no Una noche y su alma con
Tremenda fuerza y quien reprocharle Conosco ese de flojedad Veneno que siembra la ansiedad Cada da tan
Sus demonios fuertes Cada noche su apuesta
smile, long blonde hair Pretty eyes and skin damned fair For sure lucky to get with a like that pass this chance no matter what
Shared a rock then to her place and adrenaline made his heart race So unreal floating on a cloud So surreal premonition of a shroud
Pretty though not all she seemed grim reality and not a dream Wasnt the first certainly, not her Moment of became victim of her past
Had his night of pleasure with his belle If he could escape from this hell Turn back time, but time gone, too
Nothing left to do but lean back and sit and left to do but lean back and sit and wait Nothing left to do but lean back, lean back, lean Nothing left to do but back and sit and wait
and slandering wont relent Day after day no chance to repent Routinely insulted, no concern or No chance to ponder or to reflect
World him getting colder Heavy burden on his shoulders Tellin him, I ya, none to turn to and no support No to cry on for his life cut short
Pretty woman not all she seemed grim reality and not a dream Wasnt the certainly, not her last Moment of weakness became of her past
Had his night of empty with his belle If he only escape from this hell back time, but time gone, too late
Nothing left to do but lean and sit and wait Nothing to do but lean back and sit and wait Nothing left to do but back, lean back, lean back Nothing to do but lean back and sit and wait
results, result of his whim But this BS happen to others not him The slowly runnin through his blood Judged and damned by men as if God
Lord knows that its hard, frozen out by best and excluded Spend his cold dark alone and secluded What life is about? Thoughts running between and doubt Fading gradually like a tree from
Mmm, weaker day by day, future lookin bleaker in pain, slowly dying, mama crying Eatin by this virus, slowly away, hey Fading like a tree from drought
Had his night of empty with his belle If he could only escape from hell Turn time, but time gone, too late
Nothing to do but lean back and sit and wait left to do but lean back and sit and wait Nothing left to do but back, lean back, lean back Nothing to do but lean back and sit and wait
Had his night of pleasure with his belle If he could only escape this hell back time, but time gone, too late
Nothing to do but lean back and sit and wait Nothing left to do but lean and sit and wait Nothing to do but lean back, lean back, lean back Nothing left to do but back and sit and wait