Make Her Mine
Silence gets closer
Sarcastic routine
Problems are growing somber
Stories are written entirely itself
Lend me near, bring misery my friend
Make her mine, make her mine
Standing in the line, make her mine
Make her mine, make her mine
Standing in the line, make her mine
In the beginning
There's nothing to fear
How could I explain it better
Should have been wiser
It's been far too long
There's too many ways
To say what I'm gonna say
Make her mine, make her mine
Standing in the line, make her mine
Make her mine, make her mine
Standing in the line, make her mine
A nature like your scan
Turn trouble to good
I'm changing my weapon
To arrow and bow again
Make her mine, make her mine
Standing in the line, make her mine
Make her mine, make her mine
Standing in the line, make her mine
Hazla Mía
El silencio se acerca
Rutina sarcástica
Los problemas se vuelven sombríos
Las historias se escriben por sí solas
Acércame, trae la desgracia, amigo
Hazla mía, hazla mía
De pie en la fila, hazla mía
Hazla mía, hazla mía
De pie en la fila, hazla mía
Al principio
No hay nada que temer
¿Cómo podría explicarlo mejor?
Debería haber sido más sabio
Ha pasado demasiado tiempo
Hay demasiadas formas
De decir lo que voy a decir
Hazla mía, hazla mía
De pie en la fila, hazla mía
Hazla mía, hazla mía
De pie en la fila, hazla mía
Una naturaleza como la tuya
Transforma los problemas en algo bueno
Estoy cambiando mi arma
A flecha y arco de nuevo
Hazla mía, hazla mía
De pie en la fila, hazla mía
Hazla mía, hazla mía
De pie en la fila, hazla mía