Vida En El Espejo

I’m losing out
Today with you, with me
And the more I tell myself
I’m repetitive, repetitive, repetitive, repetitive
Therapies given, unqualified

Our era has gotten sick
Its judgment is dying

I want to go to places
Without those virtual walls
Where no one gets lost
In false realities
I want to see homes again with parents around
I want to see people on the streets breathing the same air
As the popular current
Stop diagnosing us
Now

This is something irreparable
No one is kind, or stable
Life is already an escape
From a showcase, someone save us
From the conclusions of publications

Our era has gotten sick
Its judgment is dying

I want to go to places
Without those virtual walls
Where no one gets lost in false realities
I want to see homes again
With parents around
I want to see people on the streets breathing the same air
As the popular current
Stop diagnosing us
Now