Todos Me Dicen

Morning told me that I was crazy for you,
that my life didn't matter anymore;

Noon calmed me down and said I would see you soon,
pulled me out of my madness, kept me attached to life a little longer.
everyone tells me.

The afternoon said nothing to me,
didn't even look me in the face.

The night left and whispered to me:
(everyone tells me but I'm still not by your side)
relax, tomorrow the sun will blind you.
Everyone tells me

I sketch a love story just by unlocking
my heart alone, dude! It's existential anguish.
I don't know if I should rob a bank or go to rehab,
why do I need money? If everything makes me feel bad.

I remember a time when hunting:
it wasn't bad, it was a necessity.
Kid, get the shotgun now!
there are still many bad guys to kill.

You think I make up
what color the wind is,
I meet it on the street
and always stop to talk to it.
And it's been a while since I lied
and I don't plan on going back
if I can't make mistakes: put reins and a muzzle on me.

Routine starts to annoy,
some wall will have to be torn down.
Madness has come back for me
I shake its hand and go to die, to die.