Dos Sedgundos Tambien Tarde' Testo

I'm forgetting the days when my life made sense. I wrote the script to it on the back of a piece of paper, with blood and a tear. An ode to saying goodbye. And no matter how hard I tried, I felt more dead then alive. I'm so sorry, its much too late, and my pen is running out of ink. It hurts just to think of you, and when you find this, it'll be two seconds too late.....