Misplaced

Cordillera

Compositor: Cordillera

The second glass of beer wont seem so bitter anymore
The cigarrettes I’ve rolled became ash all on the floor

Maybe I’ll just go ‘cause I am rotten inside
The way wont really matter, when you undergo alone

Its arms have held me strong and wont let go
It’s you, the angel to whom I will devote

My feelings cannot anymore be shared
Because I realized I walk alone, there’s no one there

The path I have been knows all of my steps
And still it keeps its silence

The pain has left its tears along this path of storms and nails
I’ve noticed I became suddenly blind

No one I can share my painful track
No one I could blame for causing that