Que Voy a Hacer Conmigo

Now that you're not here, I write 'home' without 'h'
And I changed the word 'love' to 'pain'
My present is so poor that it goes into debt dreaming
And the past is so rich that I still keep remembering
Now that you're not here, I feel abandoned
Like a bottle of sunscreen in an Eskimo's house
My horoscope says: 'there are astral problems...'
And sadness is at home opening branches
And our room is a warehouse of memories
And our table is an airport for flies
And our bed is an immense desert
With the life and energy of a dead person

What am I going to do with myself?
How difficult it is to carry my worst enemy on my back
Living with questions where there are no answers
What am I going to do with myself?
Supportive, corruptor of my pleasant moments
Rogue, creator of my epic tragedies
What am I going to do with myself now that you're not here?
Now that you're not here, silence is a noise
That slowly hurts my ears
I decided to be faithful to you even though you care little
And there's something of your skin in everything I touch
And our room is a warehouse of memories
And our table is an airport for flies
And our bed is an immense desert
With the life and energy of a dead person
What am I going to do with myself?
How difficult it is to carry my worst enemy on my back
Living with questions where there are no answers
What am I going to do with myself?
Supportive, corruptor of my pleasant moments
Rogue, creator of my epic tragedies
What am I going to do with myself now that you're not here?