I want to be proud of you Make it count my candy Anyway, my cherry brandy What happened to you Rose? I've lived too long, be more specific. I think chaos is tired of me. You lost your magic, is this possible? Go, you can gloat on what's left of me. Go, gloat, and enjoy, it´s not ripe. Don't forget, this is your recipe Because I won't forget this slight. We have little time now, believe me. In the past I would have used this chance To call it empty and be so elegance But, I was addicted to that nuance. I am an artist and I will say a few good ones It's my job to put myself in other people's shoes. Even with all its litany He loves beautiful things and their company. I'm also afraid, sooner or later, let´s to do. That the stars will stop talking to me I won't be able to do what I was assigned to do. We must find another purpose, we can, you and me. Let's go out of town and out the same door Chaos never tires of you, be strong. But you do not care Goodbye and good luck. Dib.
