Triste Carnaval

Everyone's life is a shattered mirror
And even if you try to put them together, the traces will always remain
And it doesn't matter if it looks good, people don't care
Because many will only see the flaws in your work

They want to see your present destroyed
And if your present is very good, your past is their destiny
They will delve into it like some killer virus
They will take what they like, then obstruct your path

They will defame, mock, then leave
After a while, they will return, to feed themselves
Because lunch is what follows after breakfast
They will calm down for a while and return for dinner

They devour your life to feed their ego
You are their circus, you are the theater with blind eyes
And even if you don't hear the laughter of others
That won't make them less, it may even make them more

This strange life is a sad carnival
Where everyone laughs at the expense of someone else
People are clowns, horses to ride
People here have fun, crushing others

That's life, a strange carnival
But they don't put on masks to enjoy
The most precious feast called defamation
Which no defamed person will ever enjoy

That's why the defamed will only wish
To become murderers to end
With the invisible laughter that made them look bad
Turn deaths into jokes and laugh endlessly

Life is a joke, it's a sad carnival
Where many people live just to speak ill
Of people who stumble or have difficulty
Advancing in their lives breaking their mirror even more

Pieces and more pieces that could be fixed
But even if they fix damages, few will notice
Because their mistakes are impossible to erase
In the eyes of the people who have criticized their actions

This strange life is a sad carnival
Where everyone laughs at the expense of someone else
People are clowns, horses to ride
People here have fun, crushing others

Look at yourself, look at me, I don't even know where I am anymore, and it's
My strange world when I arrived wasn't weird
As I learned, the good turned bad
Blue turned red and brown turned purple
Books turned into gold and toys changed
Now I play with microphones and headphones
The ghosts in my room vanished as I grew up

I keep few things since I arrived here
And the laughter are some of the things I've kept
But the downside is that I haven't wished for all of them
And even though I've never seen them, I've already breathed them

They've made me sick, overwhelmed, but that was in the past
Defenses I've built, so it doesn't matter anymore
Now I just live carefree of the world
If they speak well or badly of me, I will continue on my path

In this strange life, others don't matter
Don't be surprised the day you start to notice
Clowns who used to cry now laugh endlessly
While tomato sauce, I believe, covers their disguise