Cartón Lleno
Agualoca
Full Cardboard
Once again, it’s hitting me hard
I can’t stop losing and losing
I say things I don’t mean
And I do things I don’t want to do
It’s noon and I’m not going to sleep
My image makes no sense
When that something takes over me
That someone isn’t me
Maybe God forgot about me
Double A, mental health
A farm, a gospel, a Mormon
I just need a good exorcist
To complete my cardboard
I was the king of lies
I was the king of improvisation
I’ve got piles of records and I know
That for you, my case is lost
I’m getting more and more bored
And empty like a drawer
And even though I know how this story ends
I can’t stop
Once again, it’s hitting me hard
I can’t stop losing and losing
I say things I don’t mean
And I do things I don’t want to do
Every now and then I lose my freedom
When I lose my direction
I lost jobs, I lost friends
I lost your respect and I lost your love
Maybe God forgot about me
