Nelson Torres (11 21 1995 / New York)

Kissing you is like kissing the eye of a storm;
Sure I'd be protected but the rage around us would transform.
It wouldn't be pretty
And I wouldn't pitty the needy,
It wasn't my duty to stand by and let this happen
But like always, shit happens.
Cause kissing you is like kissing the eye of a storm;
Sure she was protected but if you stop at one place for too long people begin to honk their horns.
And no accident happens by accident,
You were sure of what you did, evicted a fine resident.
But hey, like always, shit happens,
It was meant to fall in place