¡LO MEJOR ESTÁ POR LLEGAR!

White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes.
Burnt lungs, sour taste.
Light’s gone, day’s ended, struggling to pay rent.
Long nights, strange men.
As they say, she’s in the class A team, stucking her daydream.
Being this way since eighteen, but lately
her face seems slowly, sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries, and they scream: the worst thing in live come free to us!
Cuz we’re just under the upperhand, go mad for a couple of grams
it’s too cold outside tonight.