Viernes
Dumbmonei
Friday
Today I will go for a run
I will try to be better every time
My feet already hurt
Something has me trapped at 16
I cry less loudly
Beer or hot coffee
The clock strikes 7
I think it's time for me to die
No, I'm not okay
I chickened out again
I didn't reach the vein
It seems that
My stability is going to vanish
And only ashes will remain
Calm down, Mom, there's no reason to cry
Everything is going wrong, but I'm great
Today I will go for a run
I will try to be better every time
My feet already hurt
Something has me trapped at 16
I cry less loudly
Beer or hot coffee
The clock strikes 7
I think it's time for me to die
On Friday, I didn't want to go out
I just wanted to die
What's best for me?
I feel lost and without a purpose
On Friday, I didn't want to go out
I just wanted to die
What's best for me?
I feel lost and without a purpose
Today I don't know anymore
Tomorrow maybe
In the end I didn't go because
Well, I got bored, I got bored
