Love is in jail
©2005 Adriän Lozâno

I don't want to reach (you)
I want to breath.
Never thought to keep
being in problems of yours

What's this place?
Where are you?
What's this mess?
Who are you?

Talking to my self
I finally got to reach (not for you)
my own style to live
so I knew the price that costs to live.

Every single place that I've gone
it's always filled of shit.
Always filled of shit.
Every fucking love in which I’ve grown
it's always looking down,
always falling down.

How did you found my own?
What do you say about me, dear?
how the hell did you get to me?
Why the hell did you get to me?

What's in your face?
What is this?
Why are you in my dreams?
Who are you?

Every single place that I've gone
it's always filled of shit.
Always filled of shit.	
Every fucking love in which I’ve grown
it's always looking down,
always falling down.

I don't want to eat.
lies are going to increase.
Love is in jail,
feels fear inside,
it's cold inside...
My love is in jail!

Every single way I've ever been
always needs some fix,
always needs some fix.
Should I fix it?
Should I fix it?
Every single place that I've gone
it's always needing love.
Always needing love
Every fucking love in which I’ve grown
it's always looking down,
always falling down.