Me vino a buscar

The night came to find me,
I don’t know where I want to go...
It seems like something broke,
There are only thorns in the garden.

You always talked to me about "forgiveness,"
I don’t know why, but I forgot it.
There’s no coffee in the cup
And I have no faith in the cupboard.

Of all the stories I read,
None have a happy ending.

In a letter, I wrote to you:
"I have to start over"
It’s raining on the road of the years...
I walk under the sky feeling like a stranger.

And I have a bunch of bullet wounds
That shine on my back.
That’s why I’m leaving, that’s why you’re running away.
We burned the mornings.