Bajo en serotonina

I'll remember before I die the letters that mom wrote.
The candles lit for me, the shoes I couldn't tie.
I'll walk through the whole garden and sing at Christmas.
I'll pray before I sleep and fear the dark.
I'll remember the kisses from my mother and the advice my dad gave me.
Looking back, I'll see time pass. I'll avoid it, today I don't want to talk, I want to sing.
In my memory, I'll keep a sunrise for each friend.
An adventure, a woman, an orchid, and a hotel.
I'll close my blind eyes, maybe that way I won't suffer anymore.
Living alone, I'll understand that I'll always hate loneliness.
And I'll finally start to behave, like I never wanted to behave before.
I want to sing a song, one of those that alone says you're not alone.
Even though everyone around me seems to be with me, they won't be.
I'll remember that I did lie, and that in lying I told the truth.
I'll escape far from here, with things I used to forget.
My old folks seem to be old, and nothing will ever bring them back together.
And what they still have left to teach, learning it will cost me dearly.
And slowly serotonin will drop until it wraps around me.