Too late for another shot, my hot, hot, good coffee turned cold.
Why, aching, you were my king.
But don´t you care, don´t you dare,
You´ve got a woman to cry on.
I´m just a nothing in your mar-vellous memoir so void of me.
What did I expect???
Dreamers die of their own dream.
I wish I could burn you body and soul,
And hang, hang you by the feet my fool.
Desaparecido, go, I don´t hate you…
But my skin is still acid, I need
You whole,
Je n’suis qu’une folle.
