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Remind Me Who I Am

Today I woke up without wanting to do anything
Stuck to the phone waiting for your call
You were the good one and ended up being bad
Cupid will pay dearly for this arrow

My feet hurt from walking on lies
I no longer believe anything you say
Game Over, end of the game
Broken and with a shattered soul

Where are the kisses and the words you used to say?
You got so hot just to be so cold later
I carry you inside my mind saying you loved me
Pure hypocrisy, a single sticker

From being my life to being what would kill me
From being the same to being night and day
From what I wanted the most to what hurts me the most, girl
From forever to I wish you never existed

Without sleep, with dark circles dedicating another rhyme to you
Walking on the sidewalk thinking of leaving here now
Please don't let it hurt, but I broke a rib
Under your window on my knees

You hurt me, but that's how I become strong
You hurt me, but it hurts more not having you
And if you don't come back, wish me luck
With you I bleed, but without you I'm not

Pain brought me to today, I don't know where we'll end up, but I know where we are
If you ask me to go, and even knowing it's a lie, girl, throw an I love you
Remind me who I am, that I gave you so much of me that now I feel changed
Remind me who I am, that this guy in the mirror moves away from my side

I poured out my heart in this song
I no longer play in love because it burns me
I write another song bathed in sorrow
Girl, girl, girl
I'm condemned to write and write for her
I'm condemned to write and write for her

I poured out my heart in this song
I no longer play in love because it burns me
I write another song bathed in sorrow
Girl, girl, girl
I'm condemned to write and write for her
I'm condemned to write and write for her

The sun no longer rises
I live under the moon
Creature of the night swimming in lagoons
Trying to remember what became of her fortune

I keep walking towards nowhere
I write letters and letters just to not think
What the hell am I going to do now that I don't know how to be?
It's three o'clock and time stopped like a start

I no longer believe in anything, I only think of myself
Look at my face, I stopped feeling, if I got lost more and more
Cupid spoke to me and I answered
I'd rather not love than stop loving myself

Survival, against so much convenience
I sent everything to hell and stumbled on the same stone
Experience, no matter the experience
I would kiss you again knowing it will hurt me

I'm crazy, I know, call me crazy
In the little I feel, that's what I focus on
From sucking dick to overthinking
From being your life to tasting another's saliva

And love is a game
You enter to lose and lose more than they give later
The first kisses burn like fire
To end up being the ashes in the ashtray

Pain brought me to today, I don't know where we'll end up, but I know where we are
If you ask me to go, and even knowing it's a lie, girl, throw an I love you
Remind me who I am, that I gave you so much of me that now I feel changed
Remind me who I am, that this guy in the mirror moves away from my side

I poured out my heart in this song
I no longer play in love because it burns me
I write another song bathed in sorrow
Girl, girl, girl
I'm condemned to write and write for her
I'm condemned to write and write for her

I poured out my heart in this song
I no longer play in love because it burns me
I write another song bathed in sorrow
Girl, girl, girl
I'm condemned to write and write for her
I'm condemned to write and write for her

  1. La Oveja Negra
  2. La Corona
  3. Olor a Café
  4. Que Bien Se Siente
  5. Dulce Locura
  6. Acompáñame
  7. Desde Tu Adiós (feat. Piter-G, Zarcort y Kronno)
  8. Xfa
  9. Inmortalidad
  10. Hijos de La Noche
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