In your arms,
prey to a magnetic field
In your lips,
the thirst of a lethal wine
Holes,
so sad,
empty
and dead
The doors,
weigh
the hours of how long you are going
Discovering that here on the ground there is no magic
I'm going to depression
The cockroach of love has a bitter taste to tears
When you eat,
you
have hooked the heart
There are no words to explain this feeling I discard you
whenever you say goodbye
The cockroach of love
has a bitter taste to tears
When you eat,
you have hooked the heart
There are no words to explain this feeling I'm going to depression
The cockroach of love has a bitter taste to tears
