they say poems are just letters
you are too afraid to send
so you send them to everyone
(I'm not gonna be the one to get hurt)
maybe we're just cowards who hate
happy endings and
sad beginnings
(pour a little salt, we were never here)
we hide behind cryptic curves
perhaps there is a language barrier
translate this, Google
(mejor le pido a Dios que me cuide)
pause
put on your happy face
"put on your happy," face
put on your "happy" face
man up
man, up
man up!
play
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