As soon as fame began to rise in sinaloa came a...
they said that you didint have a seat belt but...
What is it to never be loved?
How could someone feel so alone...
The sky was clear, Not a cloud in sight.
A play to my left, bazaar to my right...
My friend ended it all that night
I fell with sadness...
Bird's crying
roes dieing...
As I began by my
sister being awoken...
Her eyes are swollen,
shes hardly breathing...
A single tear
Rolls down his cheek...
My friend killed herself
Im trying to get through...
An icy scupture
Im wilted by the scorching heat...
If they say lifes so easy
Why so many suicides...
The night it began, the moon was blood red.
That night just one question, ran through my head...