Calma

I'm gettin' tired I'm gettin' old
Sometimes I cried and lose control
I lose the clock, start the engine, I go by steam, I go for everything
If it catches me, then a coffee and wake up

You know about me what I know about you
What do you gain by hurting me?
I said it and you wanted to say it
I'm in the undergrowth, look for me there
And in the darkest night shining over you

Turquoise blue, I see black when I close my eyes
I know what I see is a lie, I don't see everything
If the heart is pure and on the outside is Quasimodo
If trash is expensive for being bathed in gold

I don't know everything and I feel everything, I feel the bad
And what is not hatred. I am your demons
I am the archangel with red horns
I am not sin, but good is not everything anymore

I am goodness, I am truth, I am evil
I don't know how to swim in the radar of their gaze
I'm going to drown, I need to find a place to create
To scream, to sing, cry and to love

If I know how to love, I also know how to hate and it's fine by me if
They say it's a sin, who knows if no one knows anything?
They know about me but not about my reality
I don't want to run away, I just want to breathe