15 y 32

Why I like it,
Why it grabs me,
All my life I wanted you,
But not anymore.

Why it leaves me,
What it leaves me,
I don't understand anything, I don't recognize myself,
I don't know who I am.

At 15 and 32 you're going to roll,
At 15 and 32 you're going to roll.

At 15 and 32 you're going to roll.

Why I like it,
Why it blocks me,
Why it stabs me looking at the sun,
The dawn.

Why it leaves me,
What it leaves me,
Why it stabs me looking at the sun,
The dawn.

At 15 and 32 you're going to roll,
At 15 and 32 you're going to roll.

At 15 and 32 you're going to roll.