Untitled Lyrics - Asimétrica

The air was cold outside as I walked right past the door. 

I left my keys inside, now I'm not coming back. 

The house was painted red, except the window frames. 

I light a cigarette, it's the last one today... 

Tell me: if I am good enough. 

Tell me: if I have what it takes. 

Tell me: if I dream will I still be here with you in my skin? 

I think there's something wrong with these chains, I can't let go. 

I think there's something wrong with my hands, I can't let go...