The Play Hinds

[Intro]
(I don't want your compassion)
(Estoy, estoy tratando de pensar)

[Verse 1]
Guide me to a hill so this cloud that chases me
Drops to my feet
If you want to stay there with me
It could be nice

[Verse 2]
'Cause I don't know who I am now
And I miss how I used to be
Because the only way I find myself is through my memory

[Chorus]
'Cause all I do is question which is the real version of me
I don't have compassion 'cause I was built for action
Fuck tomorrow if it fails me again

[Verse 3]
466 miles ago
Every destination would make me feel bold
I miss the ignorance that I once had
Because I even lost my name
Someone replaced it for fame
And now the only way I find myself is when I'm on the play