I'm feeling sad again,
and I smell like a Chico...
I took many shots already,
and still not feeling sleepy...
My only question from the sky,
Why did it get ugly?
When before it was fun,
Now it's full of problems surrounding my bones...
Why is Love like this?
When I woke up,
I saw Juan...
He's an addict,
From our place...
It's like a drug,
he said...
That's only good from the beginning,
but not until the end...
The Love...
It's always been like that,
the way love just change...