It is not easy when I see that I argue with myself
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She screams at me, begs me, while I feel like she's drowning
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She asks me to stay, to never leave her alone
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And what do I do when he feels that he is not in control either?
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I have a stomach ache called anxiety
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I admit that I lie to myself to avoid the truth
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The shell that I feed when I can no longer
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And the tears that I shed when I start to sing
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I have to take care of myself a little and I don't know where to start
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I have left many vices but it is difficult for me to get hooked
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I don't want to have children, I don't want to see them cry
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For me to raise someone like me would be doing something wrong
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Step of feeding someone with what hurts me
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Seeing those I love suffer is something that can
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Seeing myself suffer, it doesn't even surprise me anymore
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If I think that everything is going well and at the minimum it goes awry
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I commit that crime again;
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To open your eyes to the problem but hold on by closing your beak
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My nose almost never itches anymore
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But he comes in to give me hosts and you look at me knowing what I have hidden
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No fucking grace, I no longer feel the anesthesia |
In the pharmacy there is no remedy for amnesia
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Who is going to tell me what is happening, what is weighing?
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If I alone take the beats and the cards on the table
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You pray, so that I calm down, so that I continue
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If someone understands what I'm talking about; |
crazy bless you
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To the one who buys the ticket; |
a little kiss on each wound
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Immersed in that we all suffer, no one forgets
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You don't want to know me anymore my life
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When you enter the venue for free, the exit is always complicated
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I create bombs like in Hiroshima
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The problem is that when they fall, they always fall on top of me
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And I'm still in that loop of believing that I'm worthless
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Of entering a depression from which I do not get out
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To write what I feel, to see if it helps me
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And from so much sensitivity to feel that you lose touch
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Fuck my skin disgracing this canvas
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With a dark, pure, hard, intense brush
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I was versatile, but I don't know if I still am
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I say the price of my painting and they won't even want to see it
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I can't sell it, they won't want to buy it
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It's hard for you to see how expensive when you can't afford it
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Of course it hurts, my manners when I jump |
If it has happened to me again and I already knew how to control it
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I don't trust myself, I'm afraid
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Although I know that I will never regret not being a lamb
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I am only faithful to what I feel
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And if one day I kill myself I know that at least I will do it willingly
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I will never pay what is owed to me
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That's why I take my grudge and my pain and I have managed a salary
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If everything I tell you bores you
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Imagine me that I have to live with it inside
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That I have to get what I tell you when I sing
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That I have to feel what I sing to you when I tell
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I have to think of the void when I jump
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And I have to jump when I feel like I don't have myself
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Stay strong when I know I'm falling
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But fall as I get up and let go
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Let go of what I cling to when I no longer advance
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Moving forward without going back, forgetting the memory
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That I have to get what I tell you when I sing
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That I have to feel what I sing to you when I tell
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I have to think of the void when I jump
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And I have to jump when I feel like I don't have myself
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Stay strong when I know I'm falling |
But fall as I get up and let go
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Let go of what I cling to when I no longer advance
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Moving forward without going back, forgetting the memory |