Me Siento Solo

Yeah mcmigue the lyricist, joseph caballero, medieval records

Hours pass by and I'm left alone with loneliness, this paper cries for someone to accompany it on the track and is afraid of loneliness

Today I changed thrones because I feel alone, I'm locked in my room sad and crying, therefore I understand my mother and that's why I forgive her, I don't understand why I lose the people I long for.

Today I have nothing, friends vanished only secrets remain which I never tell, my eyes cry alone I just feel and write, I laugh and get angry and wonder if I'm alive.

I have family and children and a stable home, yet I feel alone and it's inevitable, I see no difference between a brick and an emerald and then I don't understand why God turned his back on me, I remember the bad and have it engraved, I prefer to walk alone than to walk in bad company, I don't enjoy happiness and walk with red eyes, I see everything blurry from so many tears in my eyes.

At night sometimes I suffer from insomnia, while the days only see me aging, maybe I don't even deserve what I have but I pray, ask, receive, and thank. I was born with a gift and maybe a mission but I don't understand it nor play imposition games, I just write what I feel and approach an opinion and maybe she needs to hear this song.

Hours pass by and I'm left alone with loneliness, this paper cries for someone to accompany it on the track and is afraid of loneliness.

I wish to be of iron and steel the heart, not feel sadness, shame, or pain but I'm fragile in sentiment with vigor and I'm just the other drop that turns into vapor. I don't live desperate I walk slowly, I don't seek fame I just wait for the moment, I feed on the moment while I watch time pass and revive discontent because I still feel.

When I talk to God the devil appears, trying to intervene he interrupts the same bull there I feel like a threatened slave, or as if a laser is pointed at my side.

Sometimes at night lying on the roof I talk to him and remember my sins, I answer myself and engage in a conversation, I want to see God I'm not satisfied with just thinking about him.

Sometimes I think so much sitting at my desk and I imagine the people who will go to my wake, that life is short and full of stories that if Tupac really didn't keep it notorious.

Whether heaven exists or hell is sad, dying is possible you were yourself, once again I see myself in a bad place with my path in the middle you gave, I also told the devil why did you confuse me.

Hours pass by and I'm left alone with loneliness, this paper cries for someone to accompany it on the track and is afraid of loneliness.

2009 mcmigue the lyricist, illicit poetry dad, homemade, medieval records.