| I’m afraid of life, as I fear to die,
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| My surroundings make me mistrust everything.
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| This unbroken guilt in my head doesn’t leave me alone,
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| chases me wherever I go, it is a part of me.
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| Always stuck in the middle of nowhere.
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| Bittersweet feelings collide until they melt down the core
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| made of my flesh and thoughts.
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| I’m a ghost out of its shell yearning for a sign to know the time has come.
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| These days must come to an end.
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| Hope is my way out.
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| Hope is my way out, for now…
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| I base my life on this ethereal way of thinking
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| just to avoid the facts that portray my mediocrity.
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| I unleash my rage as an attempt to drive my life
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| but it finally turns into perpetual resignation.
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| Helpless in front of myself, the mirror shows today
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| that during years I’ve confused what is required to improve.
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| Always stuck in the middle of everything, drowned in my sea of thoughts.
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| My path has gone downwards and it’s coming to its end.
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| I’m a shell consumed by itself, devoured by the flame of uncertainty.
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| Nothing ties me to keep my pulse.
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| Death is my way out.
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| I’ve been waiting long time for this clarifying thought.
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| I feel free now, with joy and relief.
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| The only thing left to do is to disappear.
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| By Iban de Dios / Guillem Rejón |