Malherido
Jerikó
Wounded
On the edge of hell
Almost about to fall
Alive, dead, always neutral
And in this fight, you’re not here
Anguish, depression, anxiety
Ghosts, frustration, loneliness
Wounded
I know I am
But I still insist
I won’t lose today, no!
Wounded!
I’ll see you again today
And in the next round, I’ll win
I’m already in and I just want
All of that and more
Red, black, green, zero
And in this fight, you’re not here
You scratch your insides and find
Anguish, depression, loneliness
Wounded
On this dark cloth
My truth reflects
Surrendered to self-deception
I don’t know how to learn
And I don’t know how I’ll get back
To my home!!!
Wounded
