CORRECTAR LA LETRA

Letra : BLOOD TYPE .45

In the cornfield all I do is speak loud
In the classroom feeling like I'm left out
Isolate myself cause my thoughts wanna get out
I write 'em down since they can't come out of my mouth
I f**king hate it when you leave I'm feeling low
But you don't ever go, you just stay at the door
I don't get it but I want you to know
Before you left I died a long time ago

I talk to you so I don't talk to myself
The other me wants to be free, the .45's on the shelf
Hopefully he doesn't reach so I can ask for some help
But before I turned around I heard the sound of the shell

Leave me alone I wanna be in my zone
Don't come along unless I told you to come
Don't talk to me I won't answer the phone
I'm living free I like to be on my own
I talk to you so I don't talk to myself
The other me wants to be free, the .45's on the shelf
Hopefully he doesn't reach so I can ask for some help
But before I turned around I heard the sound of the