Man, what the hell is wrong with you lately?
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Look, if you have a problem we talk about it and that's it
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But stop behaving like this
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Look man, this is paranoid, lost
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You know? |
and my patience has a limit
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You were a boy with your things, like everyone
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You didn't seem like a bad guy in any way
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Also introverted? |
maybe i don't know
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Maybe keeping things from you sometimes didn't do you any good
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On more than one occasion I stood up for you
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And if it was necessary, yes, I broke it
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I gave you a hand in your things and I promise you
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I do not regret that, because I did what I felt
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I don't know if the drugs or the bad influences
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Or something pathological that clouds your conscience
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Your response when talking about the subject was always tension (shut up!)
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You distanced yourself from reality with the pressure
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You have a problem and you don't want to see it
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You have completely changed your way of being
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I endured more tone outputs than necessary
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I can't stand you anymore, the one who warns is not a traitor
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Don't hurt yourself anymore, stop hating
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Take your responsibility
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Well blaming others is not going to help you
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Drowning in your own bile you are
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Don't hurt yourself anymore, stop hating
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Take your responsibility
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Well blaming others is not going to help you
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drowning in your own bile
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You liked that blonde, but she is no longer with you
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And months ago you decided to continue with your paths
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Because of your sick jealousy you are not even friends
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You call it lack of love, but your punishment is harassment
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Threatening and insulting her in text messages
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He has protective friends and you give them the pretext
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You've gotten into a lot of trouble and it's normal
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I'm not violent, but if you do that to a friend, it ends badly
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And now deny it's your fault, say the world mistreats you
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Accuse me and hide from the truth like a rat
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You point your finger outside without looking inside
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You think everyone is out to get you, you think you're the center
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And you defend yourself from enemies that don't exist
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You vomit with your guts churning from rancor
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I don't care about you anymore, you start to be a joke
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You push away the people who wanted you around
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Don't hurt yourself anymore, stop hating
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Take your responsibility
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Well blaming others is not going to help you
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Drowning in your own bile you are
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Don't hurt yourself anymore, stop hating
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Take your responsibility
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Well blaming others is not going to help you
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drowning in your own bile
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Traumas, due to problems in your home
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The girl who cheated on you with a hunk
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Does your mother belong to a sect, does your father get drunk?
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Each one has his cross of him, his bad streaks
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With your attitude you put obstacles to everything
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And when all else fails, your madness romps in the mud
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Paranoia, do you leave your body at night?
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You dream of killing, right? |
you hear voices
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you hate me, you want to hit me
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I am glad that courage, capacity
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You know that the crazy ones who also have guts
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They end up in shrinks, or in jail, it never fails
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You see everything black, you miss the ball
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Knives, draperies, necks and ropes
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Hate against me or against you, does it matter?
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I gave a lot for you, but you don't remember anymore
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Don't hurt yourself anymore, stop hating
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Take your responsibility
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Well blaming others is not going to help you
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Drowning in your own bile you are
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Don't hurt yourself anymore, stop hating
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Take your responsibility
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Well blaming others is not going to help you
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drowning in your own bile
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Fish memory is what you got
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And something wrong between your temples
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Look at you, you barely hold on, and you tell me over and over again
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And who are you to talk to me like that?
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I'm going to make you walk through walls!
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I am the voice of little reason
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Of the thread of sanity that still remains inside you
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And I ask you to react and do yourself a favor
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That maybe you are in time to go to a doctor
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Bipolar disorder, schizophrenia, a bit of everything?
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Huge inferiority complex, neurosis
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Schizoid or drug mania, psychosis?
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"Damn get out of my head, I'm not crazy"
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You would kill everyone who tells you the truth
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But you can't and your impotence will swallow you
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So get the tailpipe smoke into your car
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And there you sit and breathe until you feel only peace |