Lo Escribí Un Mal Día de Noviembre

I've thought about dying again
Between a rock and a hard place
Drinking, although always without being thirsty
As if I were going to drown what's inside—

I've thought about dying again
Between a rock and a hard place
Drinking, although always without being thirsty
As if I were going to drown what's inside me, although it's not like that
It's been a while since I've been well
Everything hurts and I never know why
Could it be that I'm tired of loving?
Could it be that I'm tired of arguing, of talking about you?

And you call me again
I'm going to let it ring, you leave your message
I'm not going to pretend if that can matter to me
Not even the slightest interest in what you want to tell me
Shining in that darkness, it's so bad
I can't breathe, I want to escape
I'm sorry, love, for being bad
But in truth, it's so much responsibility that
I'm going to fool the psychologist
Making him believe he knows more about me than I do
Saying yes to everything, I never know how to say no
Thanking for nothing, asking forgiveness for everything
You talk about me, even with fear and disgust
I never lied to you, well, except when
I started to smile to not hurt you
I did everything for you or for me, or for who knows
I act without thinking, leaving everything to chance
Nothing suits me and everything goes wrong
It doesn't turn out as I hope, erase and start over
And start over, and start over
I live in a never-ending spiral
In my spine a couple of wounds
Your secret formula is medicine
How you kiss me, how you look at me

You've left this suicidal speechless
Who for the first time seeks how to continue living
He only looks for you, doesn't want to find a way out
Only seeks your warm hand on his cold face
You've left this suicidal speechless
Who for the first time seeks how to continue living
He only looks for you, doesn't want to find a way out
Only seeks your warm hand on his cold face, yeah-yeah

(I've thought about dying again
Between a rock and a hard place
Drinking, although always without being thirsty
As if I were going to drown what's inside—)