Tied Hands
Narayán García Campos
I wanna trick myself
To think you didn't existed
But to tell you the truth
Everyday
I am drowning for you
And there's no escaping
When it comes to you
I have my hands tied
So please trick me
Make me believe
I won't miss you
Maybe I should
Mourn your death
Maybe I could
Turn myself up
But I just can't stop
I'll just find someone else to find you
And there's no escaping
When it comes to you
I have my hands tied
So please trick me
Make me believe
I won't miss you