Quien dijo que el corazón no duele???

I'll think I'll get out of here

Where I can run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears

And I swear you're just like a pill
Instead of making me better
You keep making me ill
You keep making me ill

De pecho a espalda, atravesado el muy maldito. Deja de presionar, ya no te soporto mas.