BLOOD MY MIND

Your mind, my blood, and I care about you.
You don’t care about me.

You don’t care about me, well,
but my blood does care about me.
I can’t stand it because you bleed my mind.
I’m wearing your clothes,
well… and they don’t fit me well.

My body is bleeding… well,
and I can’t let you see it?!

(Texto: Susana Vílchez)