1277 Balas

The first step is to accept that they're no longer here
The second step is to accept that you're alone
The third step is to accept that nobody can
Save you
The last step is to accept that only you can
Save yourself

I have two thousand two hundred and seventy-seven, bullets
That due to the pain I can't remove them, from, my
Skin I've found the pen with which I wrote, that, of loving
And the poor thing has cried because it doesn't know how to do it right

Today I want to allow myself to talk to you, without you
And again I end up arguing with myself, without me
How easy to lose your skin and how easy to get lost in your skin
How hard with so many memories to stand up again
I know it still smells like you, I want to move on I don't want to feel
I know with time it will pass, but I'm afraid I won't be able to resist

I also know that sometimes I become an idiot and I don't understand myself
But I know, that what I carry inside you must know

I carry one thousand two hundred and seventy-seven bullets
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Today I'll sing for me and pray for you in case someone shoots you
I carry one thousand two hundred and seventy-seven bullets
Bang, bang, bang, bang

I have no choice but to dance bleeding for you

And another day dawns; and I ask myself again
For what?
Again I feel that my head weighs more and more
Full of contradictions and lessons that I'm not interested in
She's gone
And so what?

She couldn't save me and I doubt anyone can
I'm so lost so so lost that I get a hug and
I can't find the meaning
What happened to me?
The light doesn't reach to enlighten me and
I don't want to depend on anyone for that to happen
You know and even if I wanted to, nothing is like before I can't fall in love

I don't believe anyone because nobody can save you only you
And you stay silent staring at the ceiling without saying a word
Thinking about everything looking at nothing believing in something that just
Collapsed in your face, take a deep breath you don't remember you used to get up and hit
With the things you said where's that light you projected
You're not even a third of what you meant

I carry one thousand two hundred and seventy-seven bullets
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Today I'll sing for me and pray for you in case someone shoots you
I carry one thousand two hundred and seventy-seven bullets
Bang, bang, bang, bang

I have no choice but to dance bleeding for you

The last step is to accept that only you can save yourself