I was wronged or so I’m told
Sinner must learn to drop
When I was young when I would fold
Sinner must learn to drop
Will you still ask me
Why the sorrow sets the tone?
If wishes were horses
Then beggars would ride

I was wronged or so I’m told
Sinner must learn to drop
When I was young when I would fold
Sinner must learn to drop
What doesn’t kill us
make us wish that we were dead
if you get stronger
you might make it in the end

Enjoy the sunset senorita
I haven’t forgotten