When we separated
I inherited the equity of sorrow...
I drive to many places.
I meet many people...
If I could
Go back...
I thought I could
Love...
I wanted to tell you that I’m damaged
From my myself, from my past...
There was a time,
in my life...
Damn
It's over...
She's a wild flower in a summer field
You can't pick her up she cannot yield...
Every time that I’m with you
I regret it the next day...
I’m starting to feel manipulated
No, I’ve felt this way for a while...
Sun’s ray strikes with the cold morning air
showing your beauty to your silky hair...
I'm sorry;
For the things I say, for making you feel that I...