Apenas 25

It's hard not to hate
People, things, institutions
When they break your spirit and take pleasure in seeing you bleed
Hate is the only feeling that makes sense

Life passes by, everything changes in the blink of an eye
Sometimes I don't even understand how I feel
It seems so cliché to say that this life is short
I caught myself looking in the mirror at twenty-five
I don't feel old, nor do I feel young
Lucky that I don't have the ambition to be a legend
I don't collect failures, but I'm not at the top
I'm just a normal guy with a few friends in my schedule
I try to be a good man, to improve every day
There are phases when I'm a bad man and I don't even try
Then I fail and hurt those I shouldn't
I'm sure I don't deserve what I have
Scars, wounds have made me cold
I've been doubting love for a long time
My family reference that once existed
Ended on the day of my parents' divorce
It's so strange when you feel guilty
Even though you're not at fault, it's a hostile feeling
Could I have helped my parents?
Or done something to prevent Fill's death?
Probably not, but now it's too late
Life goes on, until we meet again, that's all that's left
Are these 'bad' feelings just a midlife crisis?
I hear some guys asking: Man, are you in this?
Yes, I'm in this, and this is just a vent
My heart is in the pen, this is penance
Writing what I feel is all I do
I don't know if it's depression or dependence

But I know what hate does to a man
It tears you apart, turns you into something you're not
Something you promised yourself you'd never be

I don't act sad because I don't even feel it
This isn't a sad song, I'm being honest
I'm full of mistakes, if I say I'm not, I lie
Man, I get it right much less than I get it wrong
I've traded love for a moment and messed up
I regretted it, apologized for being wrong
I think it was a lesson, so I learned that you can't hurt
Without being hurt
I'm on a path that's kind of irreversible
Who lifts the veil from their eyes also feels the tense atmosphere
The world out here has always made me revolt
But the problem now is what I feel inside
I had the chance to earn much more and be famous
But I can't, I truly despise them
Who use each other as a ladder for hype and likes
As if they were prostitutes selling friendship
I ignore them, screw them, I always stay calm
Inspiration from the fifty-eighth Psalm
I remain fair
Man, the talk is straight here
My friends are far away or six feet under
End of the day with money in the account and a hot chick
BMW in the garage, joint and a great apartment
But deep down it seems like something is still missing
There are things I can't answer
Sometimes I remember the past and everything that happened
Family, church, childhood
Man, then I sense the feeling that the best time has passed
And it's just 25

Sometimes my life seems like a deadly balancing act
What I feel clashing against what I should do
Impulsive reactions seeking solutions miles ahead of my brain
We reach an age where we realize that being a man
Is not a matter of respect or strength
But of awareness of all the things we touch
When I stop to think about my day I realize that most of it
Was spent cleaning up the mess from the day before