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.
