Ismael Rodriguez Biography

Mom...mom...
How can I tell you
How sorry I am
I stole from you
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Pieces of my soul
Pour onto a page
For everyone to dissect
And analyze
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woke up
in a cold sweat again
theses nightmares
are killing me
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I'm connected to something
Don’t know what the hell it is
But I'm connected to it my friend
It tells me secrets
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My dreams of dreams
They bring me to you
Your beauty…
It encapsulates my soul
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