She was painted in a dark portrait
she was left behind
she sobs in the darkness
her howls are lost in musical nights
A ray of hope if she touched
is also a mirage in the desert
it fades away
leaving her alone in there
nothing really matters
as lies has become the truth
how hard is it to hold on
when in this crowded ocean
all she has is a piece of wood
Does she have to leave now
its unbearable to stick around
the aching heart wants to quit
it too much already to feel.
If the world is against my notion
I believe am swimming opposite of the current
why should I blame anybody
if everyone blames La Cleroa Ortiz!!
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