even if my palms turn red

Drinking just to get drunk, to reminisce what it was, to feel a bit, to scratch the skin, I bleed, I miss 

What is was is not what it is, I have changed, I have been touched, in more ways than one

I sway to the beat of the music, to the sound of your voice in my head, I’ll always imagine that it is you

Singing it to me, life’s sweet melody, it can turn red and it turns red fast 

Ropes carry weight, the weight of the mark you made

On me, I’ll pay, with the cash I earned and the life I live

Even if my palms turn red