LYRICS GAME

I've tried to free myself from that sense of being unwanted

And I've failed a thousand times but I've tried

I've put weights on my back and then I fell

I've lost blood from my nose and I got up

But at twenty years I already wonder if I'm too tired

If what I need is what I've desired

If one day I'll really succeed to be accomplished

And I'm scared

You stay an inch from my ass, d*ckhead

I've always chosen to be one and one only

Touch the sky and return to eating the asphalt

Sometimes I've cried, but that's not what stops me

I want my redemption

You stay an inch from my ass, d*ckhead

I've chosen to be one and only one

Touch the sky and return to eating asphalt

In the name of the Father, of the Son and Holy Spirit

In the name of the Father, of the Son, Holy Spirit

In the name of the Father, of the Son, Holy Spirit

Make spacce, make a lot

Because now the world is not enough for me, the stage is not enough for me

They've called me in every way, even a coward

I died more than a hundred times, never died in vain

You tell me what you're hiding, what's in your palm?

Why do you call me crazy after you look at me?

If you think that I've changed, that I'm someone else

You don't understand shit, so why the hell are you looking at me?

You stay an inch from my ass, I repeat it

I've chosen to look further ahead than what I see

My past I don't forget, I don't deny it

Hit hard, I don't fall, I stay standing

You stay an inch from my ass, d*ckhead

I've chosen to be one and only one

Touch the sky and return to eating asphalt

In the name of the Father, of the Son and Holy Spirit

In the name of the Father, of the Son, Holy Spirit

In the name of the Father, of the Son, Holy Spirit

For what I've lived, the time that I've wasted

You thought that I was dead and then I was reborn

Have they ever told you what it's like to be an artist?

Of everything that I've lost, that I've sacrificed

Of not having a voice, being breathless

Of having a thousand people who wait for your mistake

Knowing that every misstep will be condemned

I wonder often if I was just lucky

And I don't overcome the motion of my anger

I hope that my past takes away the paper

He's crazy, this is crazy, ask why I do it

In the name of the Father, of the Son, Holy Spirit