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I've been drunk for 3 months
Because my mother told me to go crazy,
And you never know what you have
The good is almost never valued...
I'm dragging Walking along the roads,
Of madness and boredom, I bring
A mess with my feelings
That I cannot control..
He didn't say anything and I was tired,
Of so many promises that I never kept,
You don't work and that's how I can't, well
That's your fart, I replied..
I'm a crazy bohemian, maybe you got it
br/>Cuenta, third-rate poet, fakir of the heart...
I am a crazy bohemian, who wanted to be a person
Next to you, sorry if in the attempt I wasted your time, things are like this..
I have been drunk for 3 months,
I am a brother of the bad life and it is
Your eyes are the medicine against
Depression..< br/>My heart is fighting to death,
But my pride fits in a stadium,
I can't even find it in a dictionary
The word forgiveness...
He didn't say anything and I was tired,
Of so many promises that I never kept,
You don't work and so I can't, well
That's your fart, I answered him..
I'm a crazy bohemian, Maybe you realized
Cuenta, third-rate poet, easy of the heart...
I am a crazy bohemian, who wanted to be a person
Next to you, sorry if in the attempt you got
I wasted my time, things are like that...
I'm sorry if I wasted your time in the attempt,
Things are like that...