Sueltame Lyrics by John Doe in The Best Of John Doe This Far Album.
Sueltame Lyric
It isn't the clothes you don't ware
Or how they chopped off all your hair
Nobody knows, nobody sees
How hard you work, how much blood you bleed
There isn't a lock, I can't find the key
One time you're old you missed me
On this warm little body
Leave the bed be
I'm strung out like a junky
With nothing left to lose
Somebody's moments
Someone else's dream
How can anyone know
A line cuts you down
And it lays you low
How it fills you up
And let's you grow
The lungs exploding
Missals floating
Radar all over you face
Bottles break at your feet
Softly like eggs
Out of the batter and into the pain
I don't think I can take this
Like a man
So good to have you
So lost to lose you
So bad to be you
Don't let me leave you
