que hizo mi conciencia por mi?

I left my conscience pressed
Between the pages of the Bible in the drawer
"What did it ever do for me" I say
It never calls me when I'm down
Love never wanted me
But I took it anyway
Put your ear to the speaker
And choose love or sympathy
But never both



porque ser un poquito mala, esta BUENISIMO.
brindemos por eso (?)