Coletivo Segundo

Quiet
quiet lungs tell me if
I'm gonna make untill this afternoon
I guess I've been dumped
The last I remember was me whining
to my corpse, in this room
My body snapped into suffocating statements
Only sentimental thougths have been left
I ought to remember if I conquered my head
If youth really brings happiness
As it seams to never last
The spike hurts still
my heart should have never made me ill
some tears close eyes
as dropping good byes
I'll never know
if what killed me was a disease
or if I got murdered begging in my knees