Que Pasa Conmigo

Trying to stand up
from that annoyance
it hurts you too to doubt
if the poison enamors the pain or disguises the lustful angel

What's up with me today
it hurts you too
or did that doll break you again
and there I start to understand
that I was already bread pudding
and that I grow with a little love

for walking I rusted the heart
I go there but I'm from here
for walking