Fe de Errata

My bad, well
It's done, it's over
Go cry to the valley
It's best if you shut up

I recognize being the most complicated being I know
My mind is a mess, I'm cold and smile little
I almost always cause my own problems by being rough
It's common for them to call me crazy and clash with my way of being

I'm constantly at odds with my surroundings
I hardly dance in nightclubs, I seem like an ornament
I don't do drugs, like you, I'm addicted to porn
And I'm clear that I suffer from countless disorders

Economic and social
Psycho-emotional discomfort caused by family
I need help from professional experts now
But I prefer the advice of my friends

Although they don't always have the right answer, I listen
And I thank with cutting words like a saw
And I think just by listening you did a lot
Wishing I could wash my conscience while I shower

Because like you, I lie when it suits me
Hiding the truth sometimes also entertains me
And as I know that trust sustains love
If you want to be my friends, don't take off your bras

I am aware that I am not always sane
I make mistakes always, but sometimes I don't remember
I have a selective memory, it hardly forgives
And never forgets traitors or the dead

I constantly dodge praise from the rebels
Easily, I raise the hatred that hides your affection
In my mind, there are no podiums or first places
Memory is my worst virtue and my best defect

In my journey, I have made mistakes without losing honor
And I let the best pass by on my carpet
I lit the light when they were in the shadows
It doesn't surprise me that now they write verses against me

I keep those of your kind at a distance for double phase
Don't wear disguises and look in the eyes when you threaten
I'm one who acts and leaves my mark wherever I go
Even your wife will remember me on the day you get married, boy

That's how it is, put it in your memory
Here is my errata note
Or rat