I will spend the rest of my life,
healing myself. Everything will be a pain, will be a joy.
It's better than numbness. Not yours but my own. There's a price.
For the rest of my life I will fight,
for the rest of my life - pain.
For the rest of my life, missing out.
Missing in just step by step in.
For the rest of my life I might fall.
But couldn't we all,
couldn't we all?
Virgin of Guadalupe and Snake |
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