The quiet scares me cause it screams the truth..


When it's good, then it's good, it's so good, 'till it goes bad
Till you're trying to find the you that you once had
I have heard myself cry 'Never again'
Broken down in agony
And just trying to find a friend..


[[Los Autopsicoanalisis nunca fueron buenos..]]


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